Paper Moon

“Why don’t you just pretend that the asshole dropped dead? You can’t call or write to a dead man. Put a couple of candles in front of his picture, say a few Hail Marys, and get it over with.”
― Isabel Lopez, Isabel's Hand-Me-Down Dreams

“Do not be afraid of my words: a dead woman wants nothing more, she wants neither love nor pity nor consolation.”
― Stefan Zweig, Brief einer Unbekannten

“She hit him in the best way, like a rainstorm after five years of drought, healing the parched earth with a gentle touch; and in the worst way,like an unexpected earthquake,leaving dust and debris in her wake. She was, in equal parts, a gift and a natural disaster. Her name was Juniper Jones.”
― Daven McQueen, The Invincible Summer of Juniper Jones

“Sometimes in the summer evenings they walked up the hill to watch the afterglow clinging to the tops of the western mountains and to feel the breeze drawn into the valley by the rising day-heated air. Usually they stood silently for a while and breathed in peacefulness. Since both were shy they never talked about themselves. Neither knew about the other at all.”
― John Steinbeck, East of Eden