“The day drew on, was swallowed in dusk. No bird called, no insect. Life in abeyance, the world itself grinding to a halt, who knew what would follow. Light through the glass grew dim but he read on as if… — William Gay Copy Share Image
“No move is the wrong move, What? Sometimes any move at all is better than nothin. If you're right, you're one up. If you're… — William Gay Copy Share Image
“don't start talkin about books or quotin poems at them. these is good folks but they ain't real crazy about readin books. just do… — William Gay Copy Share Image
“He stayed out of the house, he was much of the time in the woods, he felt like some animal half domesticated but ultimately… — William Gay Copy Share Image
“Even when he'd arrived he'd had restless eyes, eyes that were always looking about as if he might notice some place he'd rather be… — William Gay Copy Share Image
“Truth had hanged the way the landscape had changed to accommodate progress, altered by each generation to its purpose. He had learned from the… — William Gay Copy Share Image
“Julia Bradshaw was part Cherokee Indian. She was small and dark and the inscrutability of her eyes hinted at enigmas a man might unravel… — William Gay Copy Share Image
“After a while a three-quarter moon eased up over the treeline and the dusty road went white as milk, Rorshach patches of grass bleeding… — William Gay Copy Share Image
“Fleming doubted all this but he listened anyway and thought with a kind of sardonic amusement that before the night was over life itself… — William Gay Copy Share Image
“You don't learn that, she said. It's just there. It sounds like he spent his whole life trying to unlearn it. Trying to forget… — William Gay Copy Share Image
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“Hardin lived in a world he manipulated day to day, you never knew when a piece of information might have a use. Life was… — William Gay Copy Share Image
“Outside in the barnlot he looked up and the pale moon was directly over him and all-encompassing. It appeared to be lowering itself onto… — William Gay Copy Share Image
“He seemed to be drawing inward toward some point at which he would be reduced to the fundamental essence of himself.” — William Gay Copy Share Image
“He heard footsteps on the ice and just as someone pounded on the door death came swiftly into the trailer like a physical presence.… — William Gay Copy Share Image
