Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
My AntoniaPhysical space between us evaporates. We play the broken strings of our instruments one last time
Paper TownsJesus, kid, you're almost a detective. All you need now is a gun, a gut, and three ex-wives.
Paper TownsI’m not up for laughing, but their laughter makes the room feel safer, so we begin to explore.
Paper TownsAt some point, you just pull off the band aid and it hurts. But when it is over, you are relieved.
Paper TownsLooks like it's time to liven up this dead little town!" - Saint Dane (The Reality Bug)
The Reality Bug