"The ways of life are glum and grim and nasty and I guess you want to turn crybaby about that, but what's on my mind is, Whoever misled you things were otherwise, hon? What sugar factory spun you out with such candy-assed notions? For cryin' out loud, there's other staples I'll break to you right now, too: the sun gives life but you'd be an ash flake if you got close to it, you got to swallow water to live but sometimes it kills you, Uncle Sam don't truly count you as no relation, and God has gone blank on your name and face."
from Tomato Red
by Daniel Woodrell
author of Winter's Bone
