No socks. No briefs. Guess I’ll roll commando.
There’s a stunning quality to the light as it moves toward evening—polarized and golden—that I can only describe as loss. Robert Frost’s gold that cannot stay.
Yeah, my attitude’s been, Fuck the Forest Service. I’ve been coming up from Arizona every year to spend time in this canyon, do a little elk hunting on the side. But it’s a real thrill to meet you, La...
I don’t have close friends. There are acquaintances, a brother I talk to on the phone once a year on Christmas morning. Occasional dates, but no real love life. My work’s been my life and love.
The sun was gone, and in the wake of its passing, mountain ranges stood profiled against the evening sky like a misshapen saw blade. There was nothing to see of the pine forest a thousand feet below....
To work here with a good heart I’d been forced to smother the snob in me.
The twelve burros crane their scrawny necks in his direction when Brady emerges from the merc. He reaches into his greatcoat, pulls out a tin of Star Navy tobacco, and shoves a chaw between lips and g...
Thudding racket of the rock crushers pulverizing ore. The sound of the stamps in operation is the sound of money being made, and only two things will stop them—Christmas and tragedy.
Are we standing in a physical location? I think it’s a manifestation of the mind as it attempts to visually explain something our brains haven’t evolved to comprehend.
I don’t want to spend the rest of my life wandering down this never-ending tunnel. I won’t let that happen. How? I don’t know yet. But you’re working on it? Yes. I’m working on it. And we’re not lost....
She was broken and lonely, and beyond everything else, she missed her husband so much that even the uncertain possibility of a life with him—with their family reunited—might be worth signing everythin...
Sometimes we have to do things we don’t want to. Why? Because they’re the right things.
Name on the side of it. His pulse beginning to accelerate.
We’re all made of the same thing—the blown-out pieces of matter formed in the fires of dead stars.
It’s one thing to be lost in a world that’s not your own. Another thing entirely to know you’ve been replaced in yours. That a better version of you has stepped into your life.
You want to leave. Huh. Keep in mind everything I just said, and now consider that you're the only person who's successfully flown that thing. You're in possession of critical knowledge that we've spe...
Fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, liv...
It has altered, Leven says, but only slightly. Nitrogen and oxygen, thank God, are still the main components. But the makeup is now one percent more oxygen, one percent less nitrogen. Greenhouse gases...
Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation? Tell me, if you understand. Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know! Who stretched a measuring line across it? On what were its footings set,...
It’s funny. I don’t remember forgetting
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