Mud and water and the stumps of trees. In every direction that was all there was. Bodies fell, but the trees died standing up. — Josh Ritter Copy Share
“At times throughout the night, they seemed to turn from real, living people into mere photographs of people, and then from photographs into memories,… — Josh Ritter Copy Share
“God doesn't build shit. Yeah, He creates stuff - the World, the mountain ranges, all that - but any fuck with one eye left… — Josh Ritter Copy Share
I do think that there's art that is tortured, but I prefer art that has the joy in it. — Josh Ritter Copy Share
The real desk isn't one with four legs and a filing cabinet. It's the space of time that you stake out every day and… — Josh Ritter Copy Share
“It was the blue of the sky that caught him first: a rapturous, painfully pure spike of color that hooked his eyes like fish… — Josh Ritter Copy Share
“Most of all: There's uncertainty in our lives. At night, you just have to go to sleep and have faith in the fairly large… — Josh Ritter Copy Share
I'm looking over rooftops, and I'm hoping it ain't true, that the same God looks out for them, looks out for me and you. — Josh Ritter Copy Share
I'm singing for the love of it/Have mercy on the man who sings to be adored. — Josh Ritter Copy Share
