They don't know it, but the wrath of the Lord is about to descend upon them.
The woman had won. In the end, it seemed they always did.
Still, he was a salaried man. Even though Katie, who had been a good wife, was dead, he was not his own master.
Po Campo had given him a hailstone dipped in molasses and he sat licking it and feeling alternately happy and sad while the men got dressed and prepared to be cowboys again.
One reason I’ve hung on to book selling is that it’s progressive—the opposite of writing, pretty much. Eventually all novelists, if they persist too long, get worse. No reason to name names, since no...
Of course she teased the girls, but it was not the same as having a grown man to work on—she had often felt like pinching Bob for being so stolid. July was no better—in fact, he and Bob were cut from...
Now there was a crack, a kind of canyon, between the Woodrow Call sitting with Teresa on the train and the Woodrow Call who had made the campfire that morning and saddled his horse. The crack was perm...
Now speech had left her; fear took its place.
Maude Rainey was built like a barrel, with a bosom as big as buckets and a voice that some claimed would make hair fall out.
Jake looked a little more sorrowful as he picked his teeth. Kilt a dentist, he said. A pure accident, but I kilt him....Well, I've always considered dentistry a dangerous profession, Augustus said. Ma...
I’ve seen your father bury many a man, but I never saw him take this kind of pains. Newt
It ain’t a mistake to behave like a human being once in a while,
Is growin' up always miserable? Sonny asked. Nobody seems to enjoy it much. Oh, it ain't necessarily misearble, Sam replied. About eighty percent of the time, I guess. They were silent again, Sam the...
In the night Lorena tried to sort it out in her mind. She had been hungry so much, tired so much, scared so much, that her mind didn’t work well anymore. Sometimes she would try to remember something...
I think its a sickness to grieve too much for those who never cared a fig for you.
I ain’t kin to nobody in this world. I don’t want to be. I won’t be.
His memories were too sad, his hopes too thin. To have to say things on paper seemed a terrible task, for it stirred the memories.
He was tired of seeing his family only in dreams.
He was fairly drunk, and feeling melancholy about all the sinking he had done in the world. Throughout the rough years the Greek alphabet had leaked out of his mind a letter at a time—in fact, the can...
He doesn't talk much, though, she added. I don't care whether he talks or not, Lorena said. I wouldn't marry a man just for conversation. I'd rather read and having to know how than listen to some man...