They say that women dream of danger to those they love and that men dream of danger to themselves.
Cormac McCarthy, The Road
I ordered Deirdre’s book today. I cain’t hardly wait to get it.
Rebecca is right about her.
She can stone write. God bless her crooked little heart.
Right now I just want to be home. I don’t want to go to work. I don’t want to do for anyone.
I crave stillness and silence and everything gleaming clean and the sun hard in the blue fall sky and the trees shuddering and flexing in the mad wind and the hard frost in my heart.
I got some bad weather in me.
I yet love, even in foul temper.
Peace be upon you.