Laura Jackson

“The marsh did not confine them but defined them and, like any sacred ground, kept their secrets deep.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

“If Capitalism is a disease, then it's one that eats your flesh -- and then profits from selling your bones for fertilizer, and then invests that profit to reap the cane harvest, and then sells that harvest to tourists who pay to visit your headstone.”
― Raj Patel, A History of the World in Seven Cheap Things: A Guide to Capitalism, Nature, and the Future of the Planet

“Go as far as you can—way out yonder where the crawdads sing.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

“A simple hope of being with someone, of actually being wanted, of being touched, had drawn her in. But these hurried groping hands were only a taking, not a sharing or giving.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing