Tom Franklin Quotes.

11. "He found the first skipped meals were the hardest, the hunger a hollow ache. The longer he went without eating, though, the second day, the third, the pain would subside from an ache to the memory of an ache and finally to only the memory of a memory. Until you ate you didn't know how hungry you were, how empty you'd become. Wallace's visits had shown him that being lonesome was its own fast, that after going unnourished for so long, even the foulest bite could remind your body how much it needed to eat. That you could be starving and not even know it."
- Tom Franklin, Crooked Letter

12. "Their lives had stopped, frozen, as if in a picture, and the days were nothing more than empty squares on a calendar."
- Tom Franklin, Crooked Letter

13. "never seen real darkness, not in the city, but how, if you stood peeing off the cabin porch on a moonless night, or took a walk through the woods where the treetops stitched out the stars, you could almost forget you were there, you felt invisible. Country dark, his mother called it."
- Tom Franklin, Crooked Letter

14. "The visit hadn't lasted much longer, and Wallace never said what he'd done, but after Larry watched him go, he'd spent the rest of the night on his porch as daylight crept through the trees like am army of crafty boys."
- Tom Franklin, Crooked Letter

15. "The land had a way of covering the wrongs of people."
- Tom Franklin, Crooked Letter

16. "they say bad things come in threes, so we got our quota for a while ain’t we."
- Tom Franklin, Crooked Letter

17. "Maybe Larry was wrong about the word friend, maybe he'd been shoved away from everybody for so long all he was was a sponge for the wrongs other people did. Maybe, after all this time, he'd started to believe their version of him."
- Tom Franklin, Crooked Letter

18. "Where’s that tree? Larry said, thinking he might take Cindy. Is the rope still there? Glancing at him, his father said, Naw. What happened to it? They cut it down. Mill did. He pushed his plate aside and rose from the table. Enjoyed it, he said, got another beer from the refrigerator, and went into the den."
- Tom Franklin, Crooked Letter

19. "smell of natural gas, piped from the big metal tank in the backyard, filled once a month by a truck."
- Tom Franklin, Crooked Letter

20. "It was country dark, as Alice Jones had called these nights, the absence of any light but what you brought to the table. He sped up, his eyes focused on what was before him, and drove toward home."
- Tom Franklin, Crooked Letter