“The only sounds here were lazy, ponderous, gentle sounds. A bee hung low in the warm afternoon haze, and he watched it unafraid, listened to the dull electric razor sound of its wings cutting the air. Birds sang sweet and… — Michael Montoure Copy Share Image
“He took me down and out into the afterlife of the brightly lit streets, a haze of rain around each streetlight like a galaxy,… — Michael Montoure Copy Share
“Life went back to normal, after that, as it will do if you're not careful.” — Michael Montoure Copy Share
“He found, using fifty stones to keep track, that he could easily remember the names of all fifty states, and he knew the capitols… — Michael Montoure Copy Share
“I try asking him some more questions, but it's like talking to voice mail.” — Michael Montoure Copy Share
“They play strange games, games I don't recognize. They pull buttons off their clothes and exchange them back and forth, palming and concealing them… — Michael Montoure Copy Share
“Why do you have to ruin everything?' he asked. 'Why do you have to name everything? Decide what's real and what's - why can't… — Michael Montoure Copy Share
“Fell?' he asked. 'Or was pushed?' Anton shrugged again. 'It hardly makes a difference,' he said, 'when you are the man at the bottom… — Michael Montoure Copy Share
“Time falls on us, like rain, it falls like rain until we drown in it, and sometimes, it's like the drains overflow, and time… — Michael Montoure Copy Share
“I listen to the grinding whir of the clock, and the creaking of my listing bed, and the sound the phone doesn't make when… — Michael Montoure Copy Share
“We used to make gods, and we used to make sacrifices to them, and they would reward us. We're still doing it and we… — Michael Montoure Copy Share
“[...] I'd wake up in the middle of the night to the Star-Spangled Banner and some old film of a flag blowing in the… — Michael Montoure Copy Share
“In the dim light of the closed bar, he thought at first it was silver, but as he reached inside and held it up,… — Michael Montoure Copy Share
“He'd wanted to - he didn't know. Break bottles. Break windows, crash cars. Burn down the world. Find solace at the bottom of countless… — Michael Montoure Copy Share
“The broken centerline of the road in her headlights just an endless pulsing ribbon.” — Michael Montoure Copy Share
