"It struck me somewhere along our journey up the river that at that moment all of my life had been leading up to this. To Jacob, who brought me three-thousand miles from home to show me his place, to the field with God’s blessed mushrooms, and to this river, this holy place."
"Her hair is a magnificent bronze, as the light catches it. A halo around her head, she is glowing. I freeze; I stop breathing. The golden brown of her irises penetrate me."
"We’re all looking at the six foot gay man in purple booty shorts prancing around, all jolly like some prized pony, his testicles bouncing around precariously in the thin fabric, jewels threatening to break out of their packaging. "
"...Julia longed to be at home facing the light blue of her bathtub, with its lavender-scented bubbles and much-too-hot water, ominously waiting the tears that would soon follow. She longed for her wood floors with the area rug that her mother gave her on Christmas, the one from Ross that was dark maroon, the color of the curtains on her front window, the light-blocking curtains that were velvety and dense like the water that she edged into on cold-lonely evenings."
"...it is a tragedy, the murder of love, when the mendacity stretches across the lips of the smiling women, the ones without the burden of filth..."
"I look out at the caked dirt and see the heat rising in invisible waves in front of me and remember an old folktale of a coyote and a spider."
"The memories of my distant teen-hood still haunt me: when I could find a new lover every week and let him go just as fast."
"The rage inside of him was coddled and his feelings began to fade away."