How do you caution a fawn about a cigarette a motorist has just flipped from his car window into a patch of yellow grass, or tell a sparrow that winged creatures eventually plummet to earth?
Emmeline seemed to lie the way all narcissists do. Whatever they say, regardless of its absurdity, becomes the truth.
Don’t borrow trouble.
Baptized Christians ran the ovens in the camps.
…He has finally learned that lying to oneself is an offense for which human beings seldom grant themselves absolution.He comes to believe that acceptance of a wintry place in the soul and a refusal to...
The belly button; hair protruded from the top of his belt. This is Travis Lebeau, Clete said. Tell Dave what
Resolution by itself is not enough; we are what we do, not what we think and feel.
One of the basic tenets of A.A.—that there is no possession more valuable than a sober sunrise, and any drunk who demands more out of life than that will probably
Of the story showed the four brain-destroyed women Linda Gail had shown me. The grainy transfer of the images to newsprint had made them even more macabre. The story had come off the wire in Los Angel...
Odium,
Money and money and money, the one item that human beings will go to any lengths to acquire.
Dreams are not a mystery. They simply represent our hopes and fears,
What kind of trees are those? I asked.Heartwood, my father said. They grow in layers, like the spirit does. That's what Grandpa Sam used to say, anyway. You just got to keep the roots in a clear strea...
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.
These thoughts robbed the light from my eyes,
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 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 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...
THE ALLURE OF Montana is like a commitment to a narcotic; you can never use it up or get enough of it. Its wilderness areas probably resemble the earth on the first day of creation.