69 Quotes by Brenda Sutton Rose

I write books with words. Numerous words. Words that stomp and stare and crush and collapse and boogie and bang and scream and laugh and manipulate. My books are a storehouse of words that form paragraphs that form chapters that form stories that form thoughts that live on long after you've read the last word.

A part of him died slowly, and the other part died overnight

I come here for the solitude. I come to soak myself in memories before they evaporate, before they float so far from my memory that I can’t catch them.

Kevin knew he had to always outrun the enemy inside him, and if that meant playing football, he’d do it. During puberty, he had taken off running and found too late that he couldn’t stop. In dreams that turned into nightmares he ran in fear, ripped from sleep in a sweat, shouting,“Run!

When his wounds cut too deep for the blues – when he couldn’t sing himself out of his own sorrow – when he was too wounded to shimmy his fingers over piano keys – he came to the healing waters of the Alapaha River. And on the river he recounted his sins, confessing to the ancient rhythmic flow of the current. Communion.

I write books with words. Numerous words. Words that stomp and stare and crush and collapse and boogie and bang and scream and laugh and manipulate. My books are a storehouse of words that form paragraphs that form chapters that form stories that form thoughts that live on long after you’ve read the last word.

Sometimes we need to be knocked down so we can experience the getting up.

Although I wasn’t there to bear witness, I imagine Lot’s wife scanned the masses for her children. Perhaps she sought out the curves of their mouths and the shapes of their faces, trying to memorize her children, grown now. She looked back as I and any strong, loving mother would have done.

At 2:00 sharp on the afternoon of his internment, with his body resting in a casket in the front room of his home, the pallbearers – all bridge players – stuck a deck of cards in Mr. Hampton’s cold hands, shut the lid over his head, and played bridge.