Night is falling. The gods have left us for those who please them better. Our time in the world is passed, and we are as wasted as the wind against the mountains. Shadows are falling, the gods have left us. — Jim Grimsley Copy Share Image
The artist had captured a moment that went on suggesting other moments in the mind of the beholder. This, Timmon told me, was what… — Jim Grimsley Copy Share Image
“the mind has deep rivers of memory and sensation whose existence one never suspects.” — Jim Grimsley Copy Share Image
“Why do men stay together? It is easy to understand why they fuck, but why do they stay together, what is the answer? Why… — Jim Grimsley Copy Share Image
Night is falling. The gods have left us for those who please them better. Our time in the world is passed, and we are… — Jim Grimsley Copy Share Image
“He asks, in a softer voice, "Does your arm still hurt?" You touch it with your hand. The big ache is gone, leaving only… — Jim Grimsley Copy Share Image
For me, writing plays is far more an act of the mind than of the emotions. It's a very different kind of impulse than… — Jim Grimsley Copy Share Image
“Words created the future, exacerbated problems, raised barriers between them. But in the silence of Ford's sleep, Ford could love Dan easily; in the… — Jim Grimsley Copy Share Image
