We Must Ask Ourselves These Questions As

Never In His Life Had Edward Been Cradled Like A Baby. Abilene Had Not Done It. Nor Had Nellie. And Most Certainly, Bull Had Not. It Was A Singular Sensation To Be Held So Gently And Yet So Fiercely, To Be Stared Down At With So Much Love. Edward Felt The Whole Of His China Body Flood With Warmth. (page 128)

Look At Me, He Said To Her. His Arms And Legs Jerked. Look At Me. You Got Your Wish. I Have Learned How To Love. And It’s A Terrible Thing. I’m Broken. My Heart Is Broken. Help Me. The Old Woman Turned And Hobbled Away. Come Back, Thought Edward. Fix Me

Edward Knew What It Was Like To Say Over And Over Again The Names Of Those You Had Left Behind. He Knew What It Was Like To Miss Someone. And So He Listened. And In His Listening, His Heart Opened Wide And Then Wider Still. (page 103)

I Think I'm Succinct To The Point Of Trying To Write The Two-word Novel. Editing My Work Almost Never Means Taking Anything Out But Rather Adding, Because I'm Always Stripping Down. I Tend To Under-write Rather Than Over-write.

To Me The Book Is Like Having A Kid. I Have To Let It Go Out In The World, And Great Things Will Happen. Maybe They Won't, But It Has To Keep On Moving.