He noticed Miss Bettie was wearing a watch, a steel Rolex with diamond chips. What time is it? he asked. Miss Bettie glanced at him and laughed. You do seem to have difficulty remembering, don't you?...
Memories haunted the Ghostwood, brittle as the twigs that splintered like tiny bones under Mark's boots. Sifting through drooping cedar boughs, the old wind muttered of things that waited in darkness...
The Skinned Man had nothing anymore.No life, no love, no hope, no regret--just a body. Dismantled man.
He steepled his fingers in monkish solemnity. You cannot hide from Fate, my son. Sarah grunted. People don't have fates. No: fates have people, Jet said, suddenly serious.
For long after guilty memories fade, the urge for penance lingers: strong and blind as the will to drink rain and grope for sunlight.
My name is Antoinette Beauchamp, pronounced BEECH-um, and I am my mother's daughter
Don't tell me it wasn't my fault; that's no damn good to me. Just tell me how to keep from going crazy, will you? Just tell me how to survive.
Sisters are like that; you can't spend too much time with them without fighting about something.
Hello?Ah, is this the ... Bow-shawmp residence? There was no trace of a Texas twang in the caller's accent, nor anything of the South.Beech-um, yes, that's us. Sorry.Ah, yeah. Beech-um? Okay.
We all fail. That's a great secret, Dante. Nobody tells you that. Sooner or later we all fail at everything important.
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