Billie Dean Letts (née Gipson; May 30, 1938 – August 2, 2014) was an American novelist and educator. She was a professor at Southeastern Oklahoma State University.
. . . tell them that we have some good in us, too. And the only thing worth living for is the good. That’s why we’ve got to make sure we pass it on.
You ever think about this? Every year you live, you pass the anniversary of your death. Now you don't know what day it is, of course.
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. I guess there's always that one lie we never get over. What? Oh, maybe you don't know about it yet. Maybe you never tell a lie so big it can eat away a part of you. But if you ever do. . . and if you get lucky. . . you might a chance to set it right. Just one chance to change it. Then it's gone. And it never comes back again.
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.
You're dying right now. Right this minute. ' He looked at his watch, said, 'Right this second,' then tapped it with his finger. 'See there? That second passed. It's gone. Not gonna come again. 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.
She always set three alarms for fear that the first employees to arrive would discover her sleeping - a Goldilocks without her bears
Novalee watched his lips shape the words. . . the sounds, like whispered secrets, hanging in the air.
And the needles of the pine trees, freshly washed to a deep, rich green, shimmered with droplets that blinked like clear crystals.
Home gives you something no other place can. . . your history. Home is where your history begins.
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.
Our lives can change with every breath we take.
Home is the place that'll catch you when you fall. And we all fall.
Well, sometimes love seems easy. Like. . it's easy to love rain. . . and hawks. And it's easy to love wild plums. . . and the moon. But with people, seems like love's a hard thing to know. It gets all mixed up. I mean, you can love one person in one way and another person in another way. But how do you know you love the right one in every way?