The Farmer: I always thought that being alone was just something that a man had to put up with. It was like I just got used to it.
Linda: I've been thinking what to do wit' my future. I could be a mud doctor. Checkin' out the eart'. Underneat'.
Linda: You know how people are. You tell them something, they start talking.
Linda: There were people sufferin' in pain and hunger. Some people their tongues were hangin' out of their mouths.
The Farmer: I think I love you.
Abby: What a nice thing to say.
The Farmer: You're like an angel.
Abby: I wish I was.
Linda: Sometimes I'd feel very old, like my whole life is over, like I'm not around no more.
Linda: Nobody's perfect. There was never a perfect person around. You just have half-angel and half-devil in you.
The Farmer: You know what I thought when I first saw you?
The Farmer: I thought, "If only I could touch her, then everything'd be all right."
The Farmer: I was afraid of never see you again.
Linda: The sun looks ghostly when there's a mist on a river and everything's quiet. I never knowed it before. And you could see people on the shore, but they was far off and you couldn't see what they were doing. They were probably... calling for help or something, or they were trying to bury somebody or something.
