Grief, He Said, Is Carnivorous.

I Can't Remember Coming Across A More Precise Evocation Of Innocence Lost Since Golding's The Lord Of The Flies. With The Death Of Sweet Mister, Daniel Woodrell Has Written His Masterpiece-spare, Dark, And Incandescently Beautiful. It Broke My Heart.

We Were Supposed To Grow Old Together, Dolores. Have Kids. Take Walks Under Old Trees. I Wanted To Watch The Lines Etch Themselves Into Your Flesh And Know When Each And Every One Of Them Appeared. Die Together.

The Foundation Of Your Life Is Luck. Hard Work And Talent Make Up The Difference.

And He Hated Himself And Hated Her,too, For The Ruin They'd Made Of Each Other.

Maybe There Are Some Things We Were Put On This Earth Not To Know.