Hunter S. Jones > Quotes

“All writers are manipulative liars."
Jack O. Savage, The Poet”
― Hunter S. Jones, September Ends

“With one perfect kiss on one perfect English summer afternoon, we understand the meaning of all the colors of every rainbow, forevermore.”
― Hunter S. Jones, September Ends

“Then, the door opens and there he is; silhouetted in the hall light. Long hair, long legs, and a heartbeat in tune with my own.”
― Hunter S. Jones, September Ends

“Somewhere, a rattlesnake strike makes the dance begin. Three hawks float in the light blue sky overhead. Crows caw and the sweet seduction of lavender fills my head. And she waltzes through my thoughts.”
― Hunter S. Jones, September Again

“Nashville has always been competitive. My granddaddy called it the Hillbilly Babylon.”
― Hunter S. Jones, Fortune Calling

“We see how the wheel turns and how the map guides us through life, love, death, birth…everyone plays a role in the destiny of their time.”
― Hunter S. Jones, Phoenix Rising: A novel of Anne Boleyn

“sudden breeze catches its wings and, suddenly, the butterfly is gone. Its journey will continue as it is carried upward toward the heavens.”
― Hunter S. Jones, Phoenix Rising: A novel of Anne Boleyn

“The butterfly continues to sit on my hand, its tiny feet tickling my skin. I raise my hand in order to examine this most beautiful yet frail of God’s creatures. The butterfly is unafraid of me, yet I might quash its life force at any moment. That is the beauty of the butterfly. It rises from the most humble of beginnings, only to awaken one summer day and find that it has become most beautiful, most happy, in its transformation. Yet, the life of the creature that becomes a butterfly is short, most short indeed. It is only in its beauty for a very short time. The butterfly graces us with its beauty, such is its magic. Then, in a short time, that loveliness is removed from our presence.”
― Hunter S. Jones, Phoenix Rising: A novel of Anne Boleyn