“When night comes on in a room lit by kerosene, any flicker of the flame can give the sense that darkness is about to triumph.” — Larry Watson Copy Share Image
“A four-year-old has so little past, and he remembers almost none of it, neither the father he once had nor the house where he once lived. But he can feel the absences – and feel them as sensation, like a texture that was once at his fingers every day but now is gone and no matter how he gropes or… — Larry Watson Copy Share
“Now no sign, no scorch or char, marks the place where George built the fire. Remarkable, earth's strength to restore itself and erase human… — Larry Watson Copy Share Image
Two months ago my mother died. She made, as the expression goes, a good death. — Larry Watson Copy Share Image
From the summer of my twelfth year I carry a series of images more vivid and lasting than any others of my boyhood and… — Larry Watson Copy Share Image
“From the bluffs east of the city, Gladstone, Montana looks as though it could have been laid out by a shotgun blast, the commercial… — Larry Watson Copy Share Image
“With so much unknown in this life, how little it takes for a face, a grove of trees, an outcropping of stone to become… — Larry Watson Copy Share Image
Autumn has come to northeast Montana. The vapor of one’s breath, the clarity of the stars, the smell of wood smoke, the stones underfoot… — Larry Watson Copy Share Image
“Long past the moment when her neck begins to stiffen and ache, she continues to stare into the darkness, even though none of the… — Larry Watson Copy Share Image
“The limitless, lowering sky, the long stretches of motionless empty prairie, the silence, complete right down to the absence of birdsong -- who knows… — larry watson Copy Share Image
“When night comes on in a room lit by kerosene, any flicker of the flame can give the sense that darkness is about to… — Larry Watson Copy Share Image
