“He put his hand over my mouth. His hand felt warm, full of blood, the hand of a living man. “Death is a gift, so long as it is nature’s hand. But this,” he drew his hand away, and nodded… — Douglas Clegg Copy Share Image
“Old Marsh wore a look of sorrow upon his face. “You called him, miss. You called him. You must send him back now. You… — Douglas Clegg Copy Share Image
“I understood, then, where his madness had come from: He, too, had experienced the loss of the good and the victory of the evil.” — Douglas Clegg Copy Share Image
“He thought he could hear the hum of the universe as he sat there. The airwaves of God, maybe, that kept the whole lunatic… — Douglas Clegg Copy Share Image
“We kill, kill, kill. Flesh, spirit, whatever gets in our way. It's like our whole purpose is to extinguish life. And for those who… — Douglas Clegg Copy Share Image
Victory is freedom of mind and body.' I believe that is true. I would go further and say that victory is freedom of mind… — Douglas Clegg Copy Share Image
“It is more magnificent than what I thought heaven might be, and yet it is all of its wonder, as well.” ... "Iris, we… — Douglas Clegg Copy Share Image
“But he was exhausted, too, and not even feeling as if he were alive. Inside him, it felt as if something brilliant, some fire,… — Douglas Clegg Copy Share Image
“everything can work out fine if you just plant your feet on the ground and look straight ahead. Nothing is a tragedy unless you… — Douglas Clegg Copy Share Image
“He put his hand over my mouth. His hand felt warm, full of blood, the hand of a living man. “Death is a gift,… — Douglas Clegg Copy Share Image
You know, my basic theory about kids: they are monsters in children ziploc suits, which they discard when they go to school each day. — Douglas Clegg Copy Share Image
“He was too damned innocent. Homer wished he could keep Tad at this point, bonsai him to never grow up, to never have to… — Douglas Clegg Copy Share Image
“Never go in, miss. Never say a prayer at its door. If you are angry, do not seek revenge by the Laughing Maiden stone,… — Douglas Clegg Copy Share Image
Sometimes, they wait. Sometimes, you see the dead come in to the harbor, and their old dogs are all along the docks, wagging their… — Douglas Clegg Copy Share Image
