14 Quotes by Wiley Cash

There is an old saying that every story, even your own, is either happy or sad depending on where you stop telling it. I believe I’ll stop telling this one here.

The trees along the road were mad with crows. The birds ruffled the leaves like a heavy wind, and their cries seemed to bore into Verchel’s ears.

It don’t get no easier to lose somebody you love,” Ella said. “No matter how long it’s been.

But that tree that grew up between them was just a gnarly old thing with thick roots that ran deep and wild and tore at the ground until it opened up, and, once it did, Julie found herself clear across a great divide from Ben, so far apart that they couldn’t even see each other from where they stood.

I’d always thought of him as one of those fat catfish swimming in the Catawba River, trudging along the bottom with his belly in the mud, his mouth open, feeding on whatever he came across.