“ Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which t… Tim Willocks
“ She thought little of her ordeal. Cruelty was part of nature, like a winter frost; something to be survived and then forgotten (p.689) Tim Willocks
“ In the end, every man's life is but a tale told to him that's lived it, and to him alone. Tim Willocks
“ Men, and pigs, are hard on women who sacrifice their virtue, especially for love." Mattis Tannhouser Tim Willocks
