Beekeepers have a saying that honey begins with a drop of sugar, and misery starts with a mote of dust. (p 312) Mean Spirit (1990)
Love, Lettie thought, it hurts and gladdens us no matter what a woman's age. (p177) Mean Spirit (1990)
From the hills, the doings of town seemed distant and hazy to Belle. She fell into a new rhythm, more like the rhythm of earth, the cycles of night and day. (p 322) Mean Spirit (1990)
It was a beautiful night, and she thought how wonderful it was to look out without fear (p373) Mean Spirit (1990)