“There is a fertile stretch of flat lands in Indiana where unagarian Eastern travelers, glancing from car windows, shudder and return their eyes to interior upholstery, preferring even the swaying comparisons of a Pullman to the monotony without.”
“[death]...the abyss from where no traveler is permitted to return”
“Indiana,’ he said. ‘They steal the land from the Indians and leave the name, yes?”
“There was a sensual feel to the way Aiden's eyes traveled over her, leaving her tingling without even a touch. ~from The Secret of Spruce Knoll.”
“I had never liked, even feared a little, this wild reach of marsh and mud flats where everything seemed turned away from the land, looking off desperately toward the horizon as if in mute search for a sign of rescue.”
“Your car goes where your eyes go.Lonliness is unable to survive without a willing host.”