54 quotes found
“in that cold autistic dark.”
“If only my heart were stone.”
“You have my whole heart. You always did.”
“There is no God and we are his prophets.”
“Where men can't live gods fare no better.”
“In the grueling light that passed for day...”
“Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in...”
“People were always getting ready for tomorrow. I didn't believe in that. Tomorrow wasn't getting ready for them. It didn't even know they were there.”
“He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of ...”
“Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that.You forget some things, dont you?Yes. You forget what you want to remember and yo...”
“What is it?Nothing. I had a bad dream.What did you dream about?Nothing.Are you okay?No.He put his arms around him and held him. It's okay, he said.I was crying. But you didnt wake up.I'm sorry. I w...”
“Nobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave.”
“He could not construct for the child's pleasure the world he'd lost without constructing the loss as well and he thought perhaps the child had known this better than he.”
“Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.”
“Carry the fire.”
“Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die.”
“Every day is a lie. But you are dying. That is not a lie. ”
“He knew only that his child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.”
“This is my child, he said. I wash a dead man's brains out of his hair. That is my job.”
“When we're all gone at last then there'll be nobody here but death and his days will be numbered too. He'll be out in the road there with nothing to do and nobody to do it to. He'll say: where did ...”
“Then he just knelt in the ashes. He raised his face to the paling day. Are you there? he whispered. Will I see you at the last? Have you a neck by which to throttle you? Have you a heart? Damn you ...”
“What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.”
“And the dreams so rich in color. How else would death call you? Waking in the cold dawn it all turned to ash instantly.”
