“I hoped the hunter would come. I imagined him pushing through the thickets in the foothills. I've thought of him like that often since, as if he's still out there, game in his sights, intending to check on me on his return.” TerrorPowerlessnessFoster CareCivil ServantsSocial WorkersRescuers Book:This Census-Taker Source: This Census-Taker
“Maybe it was always that way and everyone has always been forever waking in a flustered confusion deep at night trying to believe that the awful sound they think woke them was nothing, or was the nervous bark of a dog, not the sound of violence or of a child weeping in the kind of desolation or terror that demands intervention” SleepTerror Book:Three Moments of an Explosion Source: Three Moments of an Explosion