“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 it's shut off.” — 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 Image
“Life went back to normal, after that, as it will do if you're not careful.” — Michael Montoure Copy Share Image
“He found, using fifty stones to keep track, that he could easily remember the names of all fifty states, and he knew the capitols of a lot of them. He knew his times tables all the way up to twelves, and he knew when they'd signed the Declaration of Independence and when John Glenn landed on the moon. But he… — Michael Montoure Copy Share
“I try asking him some more questions, but it's like talking to voice mail.” — Michael Montoure Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“[...] 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 wind, telling you the day was over and it was long past time to go to bed. That was back when days used to end, before CNN and infomercials, before all our days bled right into… — Michael Montoure Copy Share
