Chris Nicolaisen

“You want to know the secret to raising good kids?”“What’s that? asked Thomas.“High expectations.”Thomas laughed. “Alright, well what’s the secret to a happy marriage?”Clyde smiled back, but his face started to fall, and he chose his words carefully. “… Low expectations.”

“Their faces were contorted with a horror only known to those who have silenced their consciences.”

“It takes a day to fall in love and a lifetime to forget.”

“Scars are something of a body’s memoir.”

“Thomas had never seen anything like her in his life, and he knew, with a beautiful sort of sadness, that he never would again.”

“The years of his life had not been gentle, and there was something untamable about him; his eyes seemed to say everything and nothing at all, almost as if they spoke a dying language few could appreciate or even understand.”