“The sunrise brought a wild, free sadness; the sunset, a lonely yet a comforting one. He indulged his agreeable melancholy until the earth under him turned from gray to lavender and then to the color dried corn husks.”
″‘I like you, Ma.’
‘You and them hounds and all the rest o’ the stock,′ she said. ‘Mighty lovin’ on an empty belly and me with a dish in my hand.′
‘That’s the way you’re purtiest,’ he said, and grinned.”
“He found that the child stood wide-eyed and breathless before the miracle of bird and creature, of flower and tree, of wind and rain and sun and moon, as he had always stood.”