“The inscrutable outpourings bend and intermix, each one a tributary unto the others, until the whole expands ineluctably into a spiraling morass that drowns the mouths from which it has come and subsumes the space almost entirely in black Finn… — Jon Clinch Copy Share Image
“So you try to understand how people think, and sometimes it surprises you. People don't always see things the same way you see them.… — Jon Clinch Copy Share Image
“The inscrutable outpourings bend and intermix, each one a tributary unto the others, until the whole expands ineluctably into a spiraling morass that drowns… — Jon Clinch Copy Share Image
“Under a low sun, pursued by fish and mounted by crows and veiled in a loud swarm of bluebottle flies, the body comes down… — Jon Clinch Copy Share Image
“There's nothing else in this world the color of a school bus. They call it yellow but it's not quite yellow, and it's not… — Jon Clinch Copy Share Image
