A person never knows what is next -- I don't, anyway. The surface of everything is thinner than we know. A person can fall right through, without any warning at all.
A line only gets grace when it curves, you know.
This was maybe best of all. I never once expected to be someone's nice surprise.
I experienced an unspooling sense of freedom—genuine antagonism is something I’ve rarely encountered, and it felt good to respond with honesty instead of obsequious scraping.
You can embark on new and steeper versions of your old sin, you know, and cry tears doing it that are genuine as any.
Is it hubris to believe we all live epics?
In times of dread it’s good to have an old man along. An old man has seen worse.
Where do you think you’re going? Dr. Nokes demanded…. What do you have for directions? And Dad… said, I have the substance of things hoped for. I have the anticipation of things unseen
I was drawn on. Conscious now that something needed doing, I moved ever higher on the land. Here entering an orchard of immense and archaic beauty. I say orchard: The trees were dense in one place, sc...
I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.
I loved that kite, that cinnamon hound. We were old friends. I had soared and laughed with that kite. It got me out on the perimeter. I felt I had failed it somehow, and rune too, even though he would...
I felt laden. Air itself has weight and mass, and Kansas had the most air of anywhere I'd ever been.
It is one thing to be sick of your own infirmities and another to understand that the people you love most are sick of them also. You are very near then to being friendless in the world.
I don’t have the gift to aptly describe the rest of that evening, except to say it was a Christmas Eve beyond all gasping wishes,
I breathe deeply, and certainty enters into me like light, like a piece of science, and curious music seems to hum inside my fingers.Is there a single person on whom I can press belief?No sir.All I ca...
There is no better sound than whom you adore when they are sleepy and pleased
You can’t explain grace, anyway, especially when it arrives almost despite yourself. I didn’t even ask for it, yet somehow it breached and began to work.
You can embark on new and steeper versions of your old sins, you know, and cry tears while doing it that are genuine as any.
You never like it to happen, for something as hopeful and sudden as a January thaw to come to an end, but end it does, and then you want to have some quilts around.
Dudgeon
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