“It might be high summer all about but inside me everything is fall. The lonesomeness of a sad, slow closing of days, knowing frost is nigh and wind needling through the cabin chinks is just around the bend. That’s me, right now.”
— Guy Vanderhaeghe
“She’d whisper to me to take my tiny piece of happiness, hold its honey in my mouth until it melts away.”
— Guy Vanderhaeghe
“Not to do as the child wishes would be wrong because he is born on a path, and it would be evil, a crime against nature to make him deny his spirit.”
— Guy Vanderhaeghe