William Romsek

“Hard roads and wide will run through Raintree County. You will hunt it on the map, and it won't be there.”
― Ross Lockridge Jr., Raintree County

“Not one-not one single moment of time past can ever be got back. Not one little thing can escape change and death. Lost, the early Republic of our agrarian dream. We fought for it in battle and destroyed the thing we fought for. Lost, the years of our youth. They were good days and many, and they are all gone. And think of all the girls, John, the lovely girls, the lushloined girls who have gone down into the gulf of years.”
― Ross Lockridge Jr., Raintree County

“He had buried all softer emotions in favor of the combat soldier's two main preoccupations-duty and survival. For skillfully and without heroism, he had done his duty. And inflexibly, he had willed to survive. For what? So that one day he could cease to be a fearing, hating, expertly dangerous human being. So that one day he might forcibly lay hands on the hard husk and tear it off and restore to sunlight that young poet of life, a generously emotional, happy, affirmative creature. Johnny Shawnessy of Raintree County. So that one day he might sleep on a soft bed, eat good food, wear civilian clothes, walk freely where he pleased, work at some innocent task that didn't have homicide as its ultimate objective. So that one day-one impossibly remote, breath-taking day-he might put his arms around the supple waist of a young woman who loved him and whom he loved and kiss her upturned face and feel her bare arms on his shoulders.”
― Ross Lockridge Jr., Raintree County

“For Raintree County is not the country of the perishable fact. It is the country of the enduring fiction. The clock in the Court House Tower on page five of the "Raintree County Atlas" is always fixed at nine o'clock, and it is summer and the days are long.”
― Ross Lockridge Jr., Raintree County