Leif Enger Quotes

A cowboy doesn't ask for much, that's my observation. A flashy ride, a pretty girl, momentary glory...

And now, from beneath the audible, came a low reverberation. It came up through the soles of my feet. I stood still while it hummed upward bone by bone. There is no adequate simile. The pulse of the c...

Avoiding my eyes he said a rumor had started that I didn’t make it, that I died in the lake, so he drove out to where it happened and sure enough someone had hung a twist of flowers on the torn fence....

Days later under northern skies he understood that its presence in the pickup only made him heartsick and he unloaded it cheap to the farmer, who, though confused by Spanish, understood burdens and th...

Fresh peach pie can lift a bullying reprobate into apologetic courtesy; I have watched it happen.

Good advice is a wise man’s friend, of course; but sometimes it just flies on past, and all you can do is wave.

He had a hundred merry crinkles at his eyes and a long-haul sadness in his shoulders.

He had the heartening bulk of the aging athlete defeated by pastry. He delivered all news as though it were good. Most welcome was his prediction that language would gradually return.

He had the heartening bulk of the aging athlete defeated by pastry. He delivered all news as though it were good.

He had the heartening bulk of the aging athlete defeated by pastry.

He stood and nodded at the great whitening sky. We’re sure small, wouldn’t you say? Takes the onus off, somehow.

I made a fist and held it out. It didn't look like much—not like a fist anyone would count on for protection. If war came seeking a person I loved, that undernourished fist was not going to be enough....

If you can’t talk sense, don’t talk at all.

Is it hubris to believe we all live epics?

Is there a single person on whom I can press belief?No sir.All I can do is say, Here's how it went. Here's what I saw.I've been there and am going back.Make of it what you will.

Is there a single person on whom I can press belief?No sir.All I can do is say, Here's how it went. Here's what I saw.I've been there and am going back.

It seemed necessary just then to touch base with the Lord. Shutting my eyes, I leaned into the horse. I prayed in words for a little while . . . and then language went away and I prayed in a soft high...

Love is a strange fact - it hopes all things, believes all things, endures all things. It makes no sense at all.

Not confidence—I understand confidence. What he had was knowledge.

You can’t kill history. You can’t shoot it with a bullet and watch it recede into whatever lies outside of memory. History is tougher than that—if it’s going to die, it has to die on its own