“The lamplight pulses like wounded honey through the seams
into the soft night, and there is laughter: but nobody else cares.”
-James Agee
“The lamplight pulses like wounded honey through the seams
into the soft night, and there is laughter: but nobody else cares.”
-James Agee
“A midfat, midlife, freckled woman, suitcase tugging at her hand like a small boy needing to pee”
-William H. Gass