Marissa

“Alone in the empty shell of a house the squatter watched through the moteblown glass a rimshard of bonecolored moon come cradling up over the black balsams on the ridge, ink trees a facile hand sketched against the paler dark of winter heavens.”
― Cormac McCarthy

“She looked at nice young men as if she could smell their stupidity.”
― Flannery O'Connor

“When someone shows you who they are believe them the first time.”
― Maya Angelou