“ I hate when people ask what a book is about. People who read for plot, people who suck out the story like the cream filling in an Oreo, should stick to comic strips and soap operas. . . . Every book w… J.R. Moehringer
“ I looked around the barroom. Someone else might have seen nothing more than a random crowd of drinkers, but I saw my people. Kith and kin. Every sort of person was there – stockbrokers and safecracker… J.R. Moehringer
“ Also, Willie, I dig telling the truth. Words can be twisted but a photo never lies.Sutton laughs.What’s funny? Photographer says.Nothing. Except—that’s pure horseshit kid. I can’t think of anything th… J.R. Moehringer
“ Sometimes I felt so alone that I wish there were a bigger, longer word for alone. I tried to tell Grandma about this feeling, about my suspicion that life was nicking away pieces of me. J.R. Moehringer
“ And because I found it in my youth, the bar was that much more sacred, its image clouded by that special reverence children accord those places where they feel safe. Others might feel this way about a… J.R. Moehringer
