Quotes from Haven Kimmel

On Jesus: "Everyone around me was flat-out in love with him, and who wouldn't be? He was good with animals, he loved his mother, and he wasn't afraid of blind people.

My favorite was Love Is...Never Having to Say You're Sorry. This was,the good Lord knew, a dream of mine. But every time I refused to apologize for something, Love seemed to just fly out the window.

I couldn't for the life of me figure out how long a person had to live, or how good she had to be, to get her hands on some treasure.

My favorite was Love Is...Never Having to Say You're Sorry. This was,the good Lord knew, a dream of mine. But every time I refused to apologize for something, Love seemed to just fly out the window.

Mooreland is a long way to go to not to be anywhere when you get there.

And then there were men who were violently afraid of losing to a woman, the scariest men in the world. They become dictators, heads of state, bureaucrats, men with deadly weapons, they were everywhere. Sometimes she could pick one out with a look, but they were often charming, they had to have the power to attract in order to dominate.

He did know: he knew her right away, and he felt known by her, and that was where the trouble really began...She could have been exotic or worldly or a Valkyrie and it would have meant nothing to him. But that Alice saw him?that was a feeling Amos had never experienced before, and it felt like a revelation and also like a virus.

Honey, I know you like to take a drink, and that's all right, but be forewarned that I ain't your maid and I ain't your punching-bag, and if you ever raise your hand to me you'd best kill me. Because otherwise I'll wait till you're asleep; sew you into the bed; and beat you to death with a frying pan.

She had taken her vows and then they had taken her, and the forces amassed against her were greater than love, greater than obligation. They were elemental, heavy as a dead planet.

The pigs were pushing their noses through the slats in the truck bed, which made Langston so unaccountably sad she thought she would have to sit down on the sidewalk. How is it possible, she thought, that a person can drive a thinking, feeling, animal to slaughter and not become less than an animal himself? And what were the pigs searching for, after all, but air and freedom?

The book was so clean and white, and the letters were so perfectly black and defenseless; it would have been like tearing the ears off a kitten.

I could no longer look at him. I wished, in fact, for blindness.

It was an Indian summer afternoon in Indiana, a rare gift. We walked home slowly. I thought Mom might be wrong about me having all I needed, but just at that moment, I had no need to complain.

laura had hoped, she'd written in her journal, that whatever befell her daughters, they would not be damaged at the level of instinct, that exact phrase.

On my end-of-the-year report card all she wrote was "Is disruptive in class. Colors outside the lines. Talks out of turn." When I showed it to my parents, they read it out loud to me, and my mom said, "Good for you, sweetheart." And my dad gave me a little pat on the back.

Since we were only going to the best place on the Earth, where every single minute of every day was different and filled with promise, what the heck difference did it make what we were gonna do

in the 1970s people still referred to my mother as a Communist because she had a subscription to The Atlantic Monthly,

He's no John Walton.

Life was about really hot Constant Comment tea in chipped mugs, it was about Chinese checkers and doing right at all times.

Well, I'm here to tell you: I've seen women passionately devoted to men who couldn't pile bricks, and whole families of slack-jawed nose pickers held together by "love," not to mention all those people who curl up at night with dogs that have gunk running out of their eyes, dogs who earlier peed where they were about to walk and spent ten minutes licking their own wormy butts.

Do you See that Little Child standing in the yard watching you, You Stupid Son-of-a-Bitch?!?" When pressed, Dad had a way of emphasizing certain words that was like Winnie-the-Pooh gone bad.

John was grinning in his shifty way, the way men smile at each other when one has a hatchet and the other doesn't.

Sometimes the side of the house would exert a strange and supernatural magnetic force upon my body, which would cause me to fly up against it, face first, and stick there.

I got kicked out of Brownies and they won't give me another chance to keep my clothes on at camp. Also