Exerpts – Nightwoods

“What good does the world do you?  That was the question that Luce had asked herself for three years, and the answer she had arrived at was simple.  A distressingly large portion of the world doesn’t do you any good whatsoever.  In fact, it does you bad.  Casts static between your ears, drowns out who you truly are.”  p.24

“…the week before Labor Day became its own tiny season of gloom, like a hundred Sunday nights crowded together.”  p.88 Continue reading