Nancy E Teeter

“Loving him was perhaps like peering into the rain—a sort of sightlessness, akin to stumbling about in a storm, grabbing the things you want to find, and letting the others wash away.”
― Ann Howard Creel, The Whiskey Sea

“The bookstore is owned by septuagenarian nudist Paul Winer, who has skin like burnished leather and wanders the aisles in nothing but a knit codpiece. When it’s cold, he dons a sweater. Paul can afford to keep his bookstore going because, technically, it isn’t a permanent structure, and that keeps the taxes down. It has no real walls—just a ramada roof above a concrete slab. Tarps span the space between them. Shipping containers and a trailer are annexes. Trailer Life magazine called it “the ultimate in Quartzsite architecture.” In an earlier career Paul toured as Sweet Pie, a nude boogie-woogie pianist known for his sing-along anthem “Fuck ’Em If They Can’t Take a Joke,” and he still performs spontaneously on a baby grand near the front of the shop, not far from a discreetly covered adult book section. There’s a Christian section, too, but it’s in the back and Paul usually has to help people find it. “They follow my bare ass to the Bible,” he declares.”
― Jessica Bruder, Nomadland: Surviving America in the Twenty-First Century

“As it happens, I do. But whether you believe or not, I think prayer is an act of love, a conscious desire for good. It also helps to create a separate space for what you feel regarding the well-being of others.”
― Kerry Anne King, I Wish You Happy

“vines descended steeply down from the mountain mist and stopped just shy of the ancient fairy-tale town of Bernkastel-Kues, which straddled the Mosel River. A grand church tower stood over the half-timbered fachwerk buildings that made up most of the architecture.”
― Boo Walker, Before We Say Goodbye