“Don't get me wrong, I love literary fiction. It's faux literary fiction I can't stand.” I CanFictionFaux Author:Dennis Lehane
“I can't remember coming across a more precise evocation of innocence lost since Golding's The Lord of the Flies. With The Death of Sweet Mister, Daniel Woodrell has written his masterpiece-spare, dark, and incandescently beautiful. It broke my heart.” HeartI CanBeautifulRememberLostDarkLordWrittenSweetMy HeartBrokeInnocenceSparesPreciseMasterpieceBroke My Heart Author:Dennis Lehane
“Grief, I swear to God, doesn't live in the heart. It lives in the senses. And sometimes, all I want to do is cut off my nose so I can't smell her, hack my fingers off at the joint.” WantHeartI CanSometimesGriefCuttingFingersSmellSensesNosesSwearJointsHacksSwear To God Author:Dennis Lehane
“My daughter squealed again and both Bubba and I winced. It’s not an attractive sound, that. It’s high-pitched and it enters your ear canals like hot glass. No matter how much I love my daughter, I will never love her squealing. Or maybe I will. Maybe I do. Driving down 93, I realized once and for all, that I love the things that chafe. The things that fill me with stress so total I can’t remember when a block of it didn’t rest on top of my heart. I love what, if broken, can’t be repaired. What, if lost can’t be replaced. I love my burdens.” IfsHeartI CanMatterRememberLostSoundBrokenMy HeartDaughterEarsStressHotGlassesBurdenI RealizedDrivingBlockAttractiveWhat IfMy DaughterReplacedRemember WhenCanalsBubbaLove My DaughterI Love My DaughterSquealing Author:Dennis Lehane
