“Strange how it is that men never act crueler than when they're fighting for the sake of an idea. We've been killing since Cain over who stands closer to god. It seems to me that cruelty is just in the… — Marcel Theroux Copy Share Image
“...the years have taught me not to wonder too much at the dark things men do. Strange how it is that men never act crueller than when they're fighting for the sake of an idea. We've been killing since Cain… — Marcel Theroux Copy Share Image
“We don't get much of a spring or fall to speak of. Up here, for ten months a year, the weather has teeth in… — Marcel Theroux Copy Share Image
“I had the feeling of something inside me that flipped like a fish in a net. It was hope. As much as I bad-mouth… — Marcel Theroux Copy Share Image
“I loved my father, but I was not like him. I never needed to believe the best of people. I took them as they… — Marcel Theroux Copy Share Image
“Imagine: If a man who shakes hands up and down meets a man who shakes hands side to side, what will happen? Nathan looked… — Marcel Theroux Copy Share Image
Standing on the bridge, looking across at that empty city, everything in the compass of my gaze had been set there by a human… — Marcel Theroux Copy Share Image
“Time has a way of evening things out, the simple ways endure, and the fancy pants with his smart new way falls by the… — Marcel Theroux Copy Share Image
“Human beings are rat-cunning and will happily kill you twice over for a hot meal. That’s what long observation has taught me. On the… — Marcel Theroux Copy Share Image
“Strange how it is that men never act crueler than when they're fighting for the sake of an idea. We've been killing since Cain… — Marcel Theroux Copy Share Image
“He said it hit him travelling one time in the year or so before he met my mother. Whatever country of the world it… — Marcel Theroux Copy Share Image
“What I found in a city—when I finally saw a real one—was disquieting. Nothing matched. It was a weird assemblage of things, but there… — Marcel Theroux Copy Share Image
The Word is alive. We have always known it. But it needs to be uttered, aloud or in the mind of a reader. Without… — Marcel Theroux Copy Share Image
