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Jasper's weight on my leg an aching absence.

Life is tenacious if you give it one little bit of encouragement.

No words and I knew with certainty that Bangley had killed his old man.

I would be moving in the cold of the settling evening, the few stars in the chasm overhead, the only way I could still myself at all: move.

He really your dad? Yes. On my father's side.

So I wonder what it is this need to tell.
To animate somehow the deathly stillness of the profoundest beauty. Breathe life in the telling.

we are nine years out. The flu killed almost everybody, then the blood disease killed more. The

I think now that maybe true sweetness can only happen in limbo.

I went over to the painting and looked closely. It had changed in my absence, something paintings liked to do.

We have traveled.
Now you will be the path
I will walk I will walk
Over you.

Meager as it is. Nothing to lose as I have. Nothing is something somehow.

He's a cocky SOB. He knew the Nick Adams Stories. Probably a frustrated English major who graduated from college qualified to drive a cab.

When we are most scared is the time to summon our clearest concentration and move forward, not back.

Waiting. Time in its pod. Blown open and scattered.

I open it so he has no choice. At the crack of the top and the sound of the fizz he winces like one more Coke down, one less in the world.

The relief it swept his face like pushing off a cloud shadow. I

Funny how you can live a whole life waiting and not know it.

I was not allowed to bury her. She was incinerated with the rest. I

Seem to float magically above the trenches of commerce,

She thought that one might not make a dent in the Great Sadness, but one could help make another person whole.

Why was I so hung up on anyone being brave? So what if 90 percent of artists, or people for that matter, were meek?

How we gentle our losses into paler ghosts.

Grief is an element. It has its own cycle like the carbon cycle, the nitrogen. It never diminishes not ever. It passes in and out of everything.

All the choices we can't see. Every moment.

Nothing decided, nothing finished.

I want to be two people at once. One runs away.

If we all knew what was coming, maybe we wouldn't even stick around for it. Time present and time future.

To multiply the years and divide by the desire to live is a kind of false accounting.

The other is how I could have loved Cristine so fiercely, who was such a world champion bitch, who even came after me once with a kitchen knife.

Never know how much of a hurry you might be in later.

That this was once the middle of nowhere and now it's not even that.

Too - about how crazy hard is the journey of getting to where you have never been.

I figured in the fuel, the guns, two rifles, the shotgun, the handguns, four grenades. Period. Two quarts of oil. I scratched a nub of pencil

I tried with every ounce not to, not to weep as I saw my world, everything in it of any importance, vanishing from my grip. In

Tapas is a fancy way of saying a morsel of food for a fuckload of money, but I didn't mind, I was feeling flush.

Is it possible to love by simply not being an ass? I don't think so. But it goes a long way to clearing a space where love can happen.

If there is nothing else there is this: to be inundated, consumed.

He was aggregating memory like a wall against extinction and the little boxes of slides were his bricks.

Pursuing fun is exhausting. Having fun is just fun. Much more relaxing just to do your work, don't you think? I mean if you enjoy it.

Pa smiled an inward smile. He always took delight in the pure souls of the earth, wherever they shone.

At this stage they were killers. I mean this stage in our mutually culpable history. Who

Jasper. Little brother. My heart.

Is upsetting the Order. The chain of. The hunters and hunted. A lack of respect. Something is wrong with him. CAWWREAACHH.

Once he said: I'm a time bomb. Which he didn't have to tell me.

Nobody on earth is more righteous than a seventeen year old. (244)

Can you fall in love through a rifle scope?

You can pull a goat off into the field, but a memory you can only haul into the sun and hope it desiccates. Dries to something crumbled and odorless.

Never know how you feel about someone until they die and come back.

She collapsed. I stepped forward and caught her. I thought of two trees nearly unrooted and leaning against each other.

Vindication and horror. Sometimes being right isn't all it's cracked up to be: how

I mean it felt my heart might just burst. Bursting is different than breaking. Like there is no way to contain how beautiful.

What a fool. In purgatory there is really nothing else to be. I

Ve used for years. When the rubber wears out I've got more. On the last

the End of Everything meant the End maybe for all time, maybe in all the universe, of Golf.

There might not be a measure of happiness left in a life, but there could be beauty and grace and endless love.

Dont pretend to be that small, you are not that great!

Maybe the most real thing the end. To realize when it's too late.

Desert trees that don't grow up but grow gnarled and thick. Stunted and stubborn. Remind me of Bangley. They just refuse to die at any price. Some

Referring to sheep experiencing a plane takeoff - As far as they knew, all this represented the next stage in the normal life cycle of a sheep

No: Human beings, by orders of magnitude, remained the most vicious animal on the planet.

The difference maybe between the living and the dead: the living often want to be numb, the dead never do ...

I think there should be tribunals for social cruelty as there are for physical assault. Calculated cuts in the first degree. Snobicide or its reverse.

Watch anyone enter their arena of real mastery and you see it, the growing bigger than themselves. Love that.

It is okay for people you love to leave. For them to come and go. She taught it to me over and over.

The pleasure almost split me like a baking stuffed tomato. Like my heart swelled and my skin got thinner and thinner in the heat of it. Of company.

Took the end of the world to make us kings for a day.

Jasper glances sideways with mild canine embarrassment.

felt my heart might just burst. Bursting is different than breaking. Like there is no way to contain how beautiful. Not

Anymore the old seasonal benchmarks were mostly nostalgia. We

He is at home with his solitude as the note reverberating inside a bell.

Most of us are never seen, not clearly, and when we are we likely jump and run.

What it is about painting, how it can hit people exactly like music, and hit people so differently.