“They could read it on each other, their faces wrinkled pages. Words hiding in the folds of their clothes. She was made of letters then, as all of us are now.” — Brian Francis Slattery Copy Share Image
“You know," she had said, "I believe we are all given at least one moment in our lives when the world reveals itself to… — Brian Francis Slattery Copy Share Image
“He tans into burning while the opening fanfare to "Peaches en Regalia" flows over him, the bugle call for a hippie army that marched… — Brian Francis Slattery Copy Share Image
“Do you see? The story I have to tell is so small, of the people who stayed when everyone else fled.” — Brian Francis Slattery Copy Share Image
“There are no words for so much loss, not right after it happens.” — Brian Francis Slattery Copy Share Image
“His voice, what he said, remains, and it is here, all of those voices are here, in what I am telling you. If in… — Brian Francis Slattery Copy Share Image
“Marco smiles, they shake hands, and Robert Blackfeather Sherman sees it again, as he did when Marco knelt before him just a few minutes… — Brian Francis Slattery Copy Share Image
“They could read it on each other, their faces wrinkled pages. Words hiding in the folds of their clothes. She was made of letters… — Brian Francis Slattery Copy Share Image
“The war was about everything, it was everything, and the question of where it came from was meaningless. There was only the question of… — Brian Francis Slattery Copy Share Image
“There must be something better than this world, and the world must be better than this.” — Brian Francis Slattery Copy Share Image
“These cords that God makes, Reverend Bauxite thought, we stand holding one end while they run taut into the darkness.” — Brian Francis Slattery Copy Share Image
