“When he got a story urge, there was nothing to do but grab a pen and write. Otherwise it was too much like getting a hard-on and not jerking off.” — Paul Russell Copy Share Image
“People always knew more than you gave them credit for. Perhaps, in the end, no one had any secrets at all.” — Paul Russell Copy Share Image
“If it was to be a time of momentous changes, then why not allow oneself to be swept along?” — Paul Russell Copy Share Image
“Were archaeologists really such a sex-starved lot as all that? Did pigs really sweat?” — Paul Russell Copy Share Image
“Everything I say is right. "Everything I say is wrong. There are many conflicting opinions in this industry. Don't take one person's word as… — Paul Russell Copy Share Image
“If certain places you came to in life felt right, then how many others were just as clearly the wrong place to be?” — Paul Russell Copy Share Image
“Shirtless, they’d stretch out in the long grass and take the healing brunt of a noontime sun that gave no clue of the thunderheads… — Paul Russell Copy Share Image
“And now none of it could be undone. That was the exquisite irony: the act that had undone everything could not itself be undone.” — Paul Russell Copy Share Image
“Why not simply surrender to one’s doom, since one was so clearly, so spectacularly, doomed?” — Paul Russell Copy Share Image
“Was it a form of madness, no longer to be able to trust your sense of things? To be betrayed by decisions apparently arrived… — Paul Russell Copy Share Image
“The body was an organic machine, period, and God was a figment of its fitful imagination.” — Paul Russell Copy Share Image
“Soon would come the night in which there was no more work – not the work of the hands, nor the work of the… — Paul Russell Copy Share Image
