“a moving river of light that flowed above the dark water like its negative image and attained a transient and fragile dominion over the provinces of night. BOOK THREE” — William Gay Copy Share Image
“There was something oddly restful about the fireflies. He couldn't put his finger on it but he drew comfort from it anyway. The way they'd seemed not separate entities but a single being, a moving river of light that flowed… — 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
“He was wishing the past was a place you could backtrack to, take a sideroad you'd walked hurriedly past, wake somebody from a bad… — William Gay Copy Share Image
“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
