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  • #1
    Charles Dowding
    “Try things out, be happy to make mistakes, but above all have a go.”
    Charles Dowding, Charles Dowding's Skills for Growing

  • #2
    Charles Dowding
    “Once your soil is fertile and weed-free, everything else becomes easier.”
    Charles Dowding, Charles Dowding's Skills for Growing

  • #3
    Charles Dowding
    “Gardening is easier and quicker when spacings are correct for different plants.”
    Charles Dowding, Charles Dowding's Skills for Growing

  • #4
    Charles Dowding
    “It’s incredible to reflect on how much knowledge and growth power is contained in seeds.”
    Charles Dowding

  • #5
    Charles Dowding
    “Your soil and plants are friends that benefit from constant care and attention to the details I explain.”
    Charles Dowding, Charles Dowding's Skills for Growing

  • #6
    Charles Dowding
    “Feed the soil, not your plants.”
    Charles Dowding, Charles Dowding's Skills for Growing

  • #7
    Charles Dowding
    “Keep an open mind and try some new methods.”
    Charles Dowding, Charles Dowding's Skills for Growing

  • #8
    Charles Bosworth Jr.
    “Ed Dowd”
    Charles Bosworth Jr., A Killer Among Us: A True Story of Murder and Justice

  • #9
    Charles Dowding
    “We are surrounded by forces that technology cannot yet measure.”
    Charles Dowding, Charles Dowding's Skills for Growing

  • #10
    Claudia Gray
    “It’s funny—when people call you “shy,” they usually smile. Like it’s cute, some funny little habit you’ll grow out of when you’re older, like the gaps in your grin when your baby teeth fall out. If they knew how it felt—really being shy, not just unsure at first—they wouldn’t smile. Not if they knew how the feeling knots up your stomach or makes your palms sweat or robs you of the ability to say anything that makes sense. It’s not cute at all.”
    Claudia Gray, Evernight

  • #11
    Claudia Gray
    “I meant it when I said I didn’t believe in love at first sight. It takes time to really, truly fall for someone. Yet I believe in a moment. A moment when you glimpse the truth within someone, and they glimpse the truth within you. In that moment, you don’t belong to yourself any longer, not completely. Part of you belongs to him; part of him belongs to you. After that, you can’t take it back, no matter how much you want to, no matter how hard you try.”
    Claudia Gray, A Thousand Pieces of You

  • #12
    Claudia Gray
    “Self-knowledge is better than self-control any day," Raquel said firmly. "And I know myself well enough to know how I act around cookies.”
    Claudia Gray, Evernight

  • #13
    Phil Truman
    “He, sure enough, put a bullet in my back and was a part of two other killings, but the bodies were so mangled it could only have been done by a madman. Not that Crow was sane, just not that insane.”
    Phil Truman, Dire Wolf of the Quapaw: a Jubal Smoak Mystery

  • #14
    Phil Truman
    “The Dire Wolf killed the Jakes,” he said.
    “Who’s this Dire Wolf?” I asked. Figured he was talking about someone he knew.
    He spoke in a whisper, almost reverently. “The Dire Wolf is the curse of the Downstream People, the Arkansa. He is an evil spirit of the Quapaw.”
    I sighed and shook my head, knowing how these old Indians liked to throw in a bunch of mythical tribal mumbo-jumbo and superstition to deflect blame from someone they knew. “Well, you know where I can find this Dire Wolf fella?” I asked.
    “He cannot be found,” the old man said.
    “Really. You have reason to believe he’s taken off to other parts?”
    He said nothing for a full quarter minute, his black eyes intently on mine, searching. I could see contempt in them and a sadness. Made me nervous.
    “No,” old Long Walker answered at last. “He has not departed. Now that he has awakened, he will kill again.”
    Phil Truman, Dire Wolf of the Quapaw: a Jubal Smoak Mystery

  • #15
    Phil Truman
    “Makade-ma'iingan walked slowly toward him out of the gloom. She circled him, her head low, her cerulean eyes lancing into him like arrows. Her voice spoke in his grandmother’s tongue. “Myeengun, you must rise and finish your work, rip out the throats of the whites who oppress and pursue us. The spirit of your grandmother, the spirits of all your people, demand it. I am Otshee monetoo, and I command it.”
    She lunged, sinking her yellow teeth deep into his chest where he’d pressed the knife. The flash of pain struck him like a sudden bolt from angry clouds. It reached so much beyond his level to endure, that this time he did cry out. His feral howl screaming out into the cold night, rolling through the valley like a keening from the damned.”
    Phil Truman, Dire Wolf of the Quapaw: a Jubal Smoak Mystery

  • #16
    Phil Truman
    “Never been around dogs much. My mom had a collie when I was a boy, but she was a gentle animal who stayed around the house, mostly. My father, and the men he knew, all had braces of big surly hunting dogs they used for going after wild hogs. The times he took me with him on those hunts, I was more afraid of those dogs than the feral hogs. Think they could sense it. Always felt like they would’ve taken the least opportunity to sink their teeth into me.”
    Phil Truman, Dire Wolf of the Quapaw: a Jubal Smoak Mystery

  • #17
    Phil Truman
    “I gently urged Clyde toward a big elm tree standing twenty yards from the front of the cabin and reined him to a stop partially behind the wide trunk. Pulled my rifle out of its boot and rested it across the big gelding’s withers. “You Wilbur Redhand?”
    He kept whittling without looking up. “Who’s askin?”
    “I’m Deputy Marshal Jubal Smoak. Looking for an outlaw named Crow Redhand. If you’re Wilbur, I was told you’re his kin.”
    He nodded and kept whittling. Presently, he said, “Crow ain’t here. He come, but he left. Needed doctoring. Someone shot him in the foot.”
    “Reckon that’d been me,” I said. “Had a shootout down near Fairland. I shot him in the foot. He shot me in the back.”
    He squinted at me. “Surprised you’re alive. Crow usually aims to kill. Never knew him to miss.”
    Phil Truman, Dire Wolf of the Quapaw: a Jubal Smoak Mystery

  • #18
    Phil Truman
    “The deep bowl of frozen air that lay still across the land promised to make the clear night colder than the day. Through the warm glow of the dining room window, we could see Standback and a woman taking their meal. A servant came in to say something to him, and he looked out the window at our approach in the remaining daylight. Standback met us on the porch as we walked our horses up.”
    Phil Truman, Dire Wolf of the Quapaw: a Jubal Smoak Mystery

  • #19
    Max Lucado
    “Faith is not the belief that God will do what you want. It is the belief that God will do what is right.”
    Max Lucado, He Still Moves Stones: Everyone Needs a Miracle

  • #20
    Max Lucado
    “A woman's heart should be so hidden in God that a man has to seek Him just to find her.”
    Max Lucado

  • #21
    Harvey Havel
    “The television set then came after her, chomping its teeth.  Upon reaching the living room, the television succeeded at eating her body bit-by-bit: first the legs, then the body, and finally her flailing arms.”
    Harvey Havel, The Odd and The Strange: A Collection of Very Short Fiction

  • #22
    Harvey Havel
    “He wasn’t sure if his parents would be proud that their child had served his country or not.  There had always been something unnatural about parents burying their children.”
    Harvey Havel, The Odd and The Strange: A Collection of Very Short Fiction

  • #23
    Harvey Havel
    “After the front legs emerged, what looked like a quartered and bloodied cut of steak followed.  This piece of steak had rich and dark fur, wet with the mare’s internal membranes that covered the whole body, but it did not have the look of a horse at all.  And yet from the steak’s center came this pulsating heartbeat, as though its pace-setting qualities tried in vain to pull away or escape from its thoroughbred side.”
    Harvey Havel, The Odd and The Strange: A Collection of Very Short Fiction

  • #24
    Harvey Havel
    “She tossed him a small mirror so that he could see the results, and what he saw horrified him.  The boiling concoction left a deep trail of burnt skin that stretched from the crown of his head all the way to his chin – almost like an artificial sluice that burned his flesh to form a large rivulet that ran down the center of his face.”
    Harvey Havel, The Odd and The Strange: A Collection of Very Short Fiction

  • #25
    Harvey Havel
    “She likes me.  I can tell.  Problem is, she won’t admit that to the boyfriends she brings over.”
    Harvey Havel, The Odd and The Strange: A Collection of Very Short Fiction

  • #26
    Harvey Havel
    “Once inside my skull, my doctor added some salt, just to taste.  He also poured some fruit into my skull – an apple, a pear, a few seedless grapes, and a ripe banana.  He then used an electric blender set on its highest speed to create what he had termed ‘a yogurt parfait.’  After he finished blending the ingredients, he beckoned the other doctors and a few of the nurses to sample his new concoction.”
    Harvey Havel, The Odd and The Strange: A Collection of Very Short Fiction

  • #27
    Harvey Havel
    “She is the kind and friendly sort, but I’m an old man at this point, so it would be useless and somewhat illegal if I asked her out.”
    Harvey Havel, The Odd and The Strange: A Collection of Very Short Fiction

  • #28
    Harvey Havel
    “It seemed as though he would never pull free, until he awoke one morning feeling kind of awkward, as though his hands had been lopped off by some Arabian sword during a routine druggie blackout, and in their place, pale and membranous hands that had been fit to his wrists by aliens that took him up while he slept and then brought him back down – all of it in an effort to help him move up to where he belonged in society.”
    Harvey Havel, The Odd and The Strange: A Collection of Very Short Fiction

  • #29
    Amy Harmon
    “If God made all our faces, did he laugh when he made me?

    Does he make the legs that cannot walk and eyes that cannot see?

    Does he curl the hair upon my head 'til it rebels in wild defiance?

    Does he close the ears of a deaf man to make him more reliant?

    Is the way I look a coincidence or just a twist of fate?

    If he made me this way, is it okay, to blame him for the things I hate?

    For the flaws that seem to worsen every time I see a mirror,For the ugliness I see in me, for the loathing and the fear.

    Does he sculpt us for his pleasure, for a reason I can't see?

    If God makes all our faces, did he laugh when he made me?”
    Amy Harmon, Making Faces

  • #30
    Amy Harmon
    “Everybody is a main character to someone...”
    Amy Harmon, Making Faces
    tags: love



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