Letters from the Well in the Season of the Ghosts Quotes

“Nonentity or not, Maddy had to be smart. Stupid people got noticed. They said annoying things, made idiot fails,
became the popular target of contempt and pity. It took brains and determination to pass unnoticed year after
year. In a small town it took genius. Eternally vigilant to avoid eyes, keeping voice low, in back of the crowd
and with back to the wall. Making no friends, no enemies, no gossip, no waves.”
― Raymond St. Elmo, Letters from the Well in the Season of the Ghosts

“What to tell this child? That she was beautiful? Not particularly, in the world’s eyes. But the eyes of the world
are blind things knowing nothing of the purpose of sight, of light.”
― Raymond St. Elmo, Letters from the Well in the Season of the Ghosts

“All thing eats to live. You, me, these shadow creatures. The fire before us, the grass beneath us, the worms
beneath the grass. The bugs in the guts of the worms. The stars shining down hungrily upon us all. Why, those
pretty stars would devour you should you come near enough. Everything follows the sacred commandment: eat
till you are eaten. It is the rule. Of life. Of death. The only rule.”
― Raymond St. Elmo, Letters from the Well in the Season of the Ghosts

“Half child and half adult sums to complete idiot. Any sheriff knows that.
Little kids have instincts. Adults have experience. The teens between don’t have any fixed mind to think with.”
― Raymond St. Elmo, Letters from the Well in the Season of the Ghosts

“Huff frowned, sipped the beer. He hated beer, truth be told. Tasted like pee on a car battery. But that was not a
fact one shared in high school. Maybe a senior could say ‘I hate beer’ without looking like a kid asking for milk.
He’d wait till graduation, never touch the stuff again.”
― Raymond St. Elmo, Letters from the Well in the Season of the Ghosts

“Whatever the old man heard, for reply he sighed. Sighed with all the weight of his years. Was age weight,
Maddy wondered? It seemed more like... depth. Oh, for sure. The older you grew the deeper into yourself you
sank. Into that cave behind the eyes that everyone had. You started life as a kid dancing on the doorstep, joying
in the world. But by old Mister Mint’s age you’d wandered way inside. The outer world was just a chink of light
far, far away. Easy to ignore. If you bothered, you’d frown towards it wondering what the hell people were
muttering out there in the idiot world.”
― Raymond St. Elmo, Letters from the Well in the Season of the Ghosts