“Never act like you want it, darlin’. Act like you wouldn’t own it if they paid you. Tell them it’s dirty, broken…a useless thing. Then make an offer.”

Come on, Forney.’ Novalee, it’s a parasite.’ But it’s a tradition.’ It’s a parasite! And you expect people yo stand under it and kiss?’ Yes! it’s what people do with mistletoe.

Why does anyone lie? ‘Cause we’re scared or crazy, maybe just because we’re mean. I guess there’s a million reason to lie, and I might’ve told that many…but none like that.

And the needles of the pine trees, freshly washed to a deep, rich green, shimmered with droplets that blinked like clear crystals.

And while I’m talking to you, every second I’m talking, a second is passing. Gone. Count them up. Count them down. They’re gone. Each one bringing you closer to your dying time.

Novalee watched his lips shape the words…the sounds, like whispered secrets, hanging in the air.

Home is the place that’ll catch you when you fall. And we all fall.

Pastors cannot lead, teach, or preach with anointing and supernatural power without being fully broken and surrendered to the lordship of Christ.

Men throw broken things away, but God never uses anything until he first breaks it.

Crypto will not be broken, it will be bypassed

Unearthing buried bits of nostalgia from deep within and spreading the broken, jagged pieces out in front of you like a display of junk at a garage sale.

We are all fixing what is broken. It is the task of a lifetime. We’ll leave much unfinished for the next generation.

Why is my leg broken on the ski trip and not anyone else’s?’ And I think that medicine has done a terrible job of addressing that spiritual violation.

According to Shiva, life is in the end about fixing holes. Shiva didn’t speak in metaphors. fixing holes is precisely what he did.

Sandip Roy has broken new ground in this tale of the modern Indian family. A lovely read