Dipsomania,
Who can make sense of the roles we play? If I could draw any conclusion about the long, depressing slog of human progress, it’s the possibility that unseen elements lie just on the other side of the p...
Those are props from a film we made about a serial killer. He gave me the title and named the actors and the directors. My head was throbbing. I couldn’t process
This piece of land was our original sin, except we had found no baptismal rite to expunge it from our lives.
The wind becomes your indispensable ally. When the trees and undergrowth and sometimes the elephant grass begin to thrash, the object that does not move or the shadow that remains like a tin cutout be...
The evening sky was streaked with purple, the color of torn plums, and a light rain had started to fall when I came to the end of the blacktop road that cut through twenty miles of thick, almost impen...
The collapse of the economy, the systemic spread of fear, the threat of imagined foreign adversaries would probably be enough to pull it off. But one way or another
THE TAILINGS OF the monsoon season moved across the sun that evening, darkening and wetting the land and lighting the sky with electricity that quivered and disappeared between the buttes and the clou...
THE SUN HAD just crested on the horizon like a misplaced planet, swollen and molten and red, lighting a landscape that seemed sculpted out of clay and soft stone and marked by the fossilized tracks of...
Sometimes your luck runs out and you have to accept that the life you planned was a dream written on water.
Nobody ever lost money underestimating the intelligence of the American public.
No, I’m a coonass, my religion is shaky, and I’ve never hit the juice.
No, I ain’t wanted there, I don’t like it there, I ain’t coming in there . . . Good-bye.
Maybe justice is finally catching up with this asshole.
Jolie Blon, the most haunting and unforgettable lament I have ever heard.
Instead, he lived inside his loneliness
In a half hour I could kick open a furnace door and fling into the flames all the snakes and squeaking bats that lived inside me. Except the next morning they would writhe with new life in the ashes a...
If there is any human tragedy, there is only one, and it occurs when we forget who we are and remain silent while a stranger takes up residence inside our skin.
I went to the bathroom in my pants. That’s what you done, man.
I read a poem once that had a line in it about a white radiance that stains eternity.