27 Quotes by Sandra Dallas

Stories were a living thing. They changed to suit the teller or the times.

Don't mind her. She keeps her nose so high in the air, she's liable to drown in a good rainstorm.

Emma fussed with the cinnamon-rose starts she had planted all over the backyard. She was as tender with the roses as if they were her children, and every hour or two she watered them.

... I told him I was so happy that I had nothing else to pray for. 'Why,'says I, I've got prayers to sell.

Sophie Kruger had worked in a house herself, up in Middle Swan. But now she pretended she was quality. There were none so self-righteous as those who rewrote their past.

Still, who knew how the old mountain took retribution for having its insides clawed out.

Dawn was her favorite time of day. God birthed the world then, she thought.

She wasn't soft, but she never saw the sense of a living thing dying such a cruel death just for some woman's vanity. Still, she thought, a fur coat when the wind blew down off the Tenmile Range would feel mighty good. Maybe they made fur coats out of foxes that died of old age.

She remembered how Billy always picked the first apple blossoms and put them into a tin cup for her. They made the house smell like springtime. Billy said apple trees were a double blessing, first for the blossoms and then the apples.