I prefer a story to a prayer.
Hannah Kent, Burial Rites.
“Endless days of dark indoors and hateful glances are enough to set a rime on anyones bones.”
“Poverty scrapes these homes down until they all look the same, and they all have in common the absence of things that ought to be there. I might as well have been at one place all my life.”
“Sometimes, people never stood a chance in the beginning. Or they might have made a mistake. When people start saying things like she must be a bad mother because of that mistake." .... "It's not fa...”
“Agnes: "I have a question for you, speaking of truth. You say God speaks the truth." Tti: "Yes." Agnes: "And God said: 'Thou shalt not kill.'Tti: "Yes. Tti said carefully." Agnes: "Then Blondal and...”
“Together they listed the people they had known who had died on the mountains. A bleak conversation to have, thought Margrt, but there was some comfort in talking about death aloud, as though in nam...”
“There are many different stories to tell. It's never the same. Every day weather blows in and out, alters the surface. Sometimes it is stripped down to a single essential truth, the thing that is a...”
“I'm skimming across the surface of my own history, moving fast, riding the melt beneath the blades, doing loops and spins, and when I take a high leap into the dark and come down thirty years later...”
“All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel.All of them?Sure, he says. Think about it. There's escaping from the wolves, fighting the wolves, cap...”