45 Quotes by Allie Ray

People always talked about Rachel Eklund's beauty; Jerry had never really seen what all the fuss was about. He thought she was a nice-looking woman, but that was all--nice. There was something mundane in her symmetry; nothing especially interesting in features everyone seemed to approve of. He'd never thought much of her until that moment in her father's parlor, with him bled to death in the dining room.

What is it about men? We see something fresh and pure--when the snow falls, we can't help it. We rush for our boots and go tromping about until it's brown and muddy.

Haven't you learned by now? Fathers and sons are always against one another. Me against mine. You against yours. Cole against his. Hell, Thomas against you. The only way it's ever, ever been. You put your blood and name on a man, you better expect at some point he's going to fight to make it his own. You either give in and become like your father, or you make a different man of yourself--but you don't get through it without a fight.

I'd marry you tonight, baby, if I didn't want to see you in a wedding dress so bad.

He supposed there had to be a God who took some stock in him being here. Who saw some use in splattering the sky in a million colors while he splattered Cole's suit with dust. 'Thought you was a might big man beneath the evergreens, did you, son? Well let me show you just how far down this here totem pole you really are.' Sounding always like the voice of Cole's father, because if God wasn't a Southern man, Cole just didn't know who was.

I knew the delights of champagne would lure you from the Methodists' clutches.

Harold polished off his glass and looked at Cole. Bright eyes, broad smile. And he laughed. He laughed the hardest and strangest Rachel had ever seen him laugh, reminding her of a jack-o'-lantern. A Halloween ghoul. He laughed until he wheezed, and then he poured himself another drink. And said nothing more about it.

Dancing only leads to sinning."Cole grinned. "Well, friend, I surely hope so.

It's a sleepy song, isn't it? It pus me to sleep. But one just...keeps...playing...on and on and on, 'Ave Maria...!' Until the song reaches its natural close when the pianist dies of boredom. Then it's played at his funeral.