He kept not looking at her. This, Sonia had come to realize, usually meant something, though it was often difficult to decide what. Shyness, morbid h… - Robert Stone

Honey, this town has got just one principal industry where girls is concerned. They can call it what they like but it generally always ends you up in the same position.

You goin' to get killed one time, you know that?
"You don't never get out of this world alive.

A different voice sounded from the field now, an old man's voice.
"Where are they now," the voice asked sadly, "those godly farms, the dear little streets of homely homes and friendly faces? Ploughed under, I say, or about to be - in this black age of arrogance and agitation, misfits and miscegenation! Friends, a teeming rootless rabble gnaws at the sacred fabric of our way of life. The sun shone less brightly on God's country this morning."