Everyone in our town has a story–but it’s not the one he tells himself. Its author has a thousand eyes, a thousand ears, and five hundred pens that never stop scribbling.

It wasn’t as if she’d thought it through or anything, how what a person wanted wasn’t always what they needed, and what a person needed might be the last thing they could ever want.

…the villagers had decided that ‘practical’ meant ‘extremely magical and full of interesting objects’ and had officially subtitled themselves, Winesap: A Pracktical Towne.

Sane people did what their neighbours did, so that if any lunatics were at large, one might know and avoid them.

A scattering of pinpoint lights shows up in the blackness ahead. A town or village straddling the highway. The indicator on the speedometer begins to lose ground. The man glances in his mirror at the...

He thought moving to a small town would allow him to find a way to get along to some extent but people were just plain idiots.

Living in a small town [in India] was like living in a glass house!

Everybody’s always doing the same old things— you know, doing unto others before they can do unto you.

But I knew the way the people in the town thought about things. They always had some time left over from their life to bother about other people and what they did. They thought they...

Can dimples wink? Because I felt like his just did.

You’re kind of… distracting.Am I?Yes. In the best way.

In this town to know three languages is an unnecessary luxury. It’s not even a luxury, but a sort of unnecessary addition, like a sixth finger. We have a great deal of superfluous knowledge.

Well sue me for staring. I’d be willing to scrub away my shame on his washboard abs.