“ I could go to a dozen houses, scrape away the dirt, and find his footprints, but my own prints evaporated before I ever looked back. Brenda Sutton Rose
“ It was a mistake to think of houses, old houses, as being empty. They were filled with memories, with the faded echoes of voices. Drops of tears, drops of blood, the ring of laughter, the edge of temp… Nora Roberts
“ The reality is that old houses that were built a hundred years ago were built by actual craftsmen, people who were the best in the world at what they did. The little nuances in the woodwork, the frami… Joanna Gaines
“ Out along the dim six-o’clock street, I saw leafless trees standing, striking the sidewalk there like wooden lightning, concrete split apart where they hit, all in a fenced-in ring. An iron line of pi… Ken Kesey
