“At times throughout the night, they seemed to turn from real, living people into mere photographs of people, and then from photographs into memories, which are like photographs, and finally, as the ground blurred beneath them, whatever parts of them… — Josh Ritter Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
I do think that there's art that is tortured, but I prefer art that has the joy in it. — Josh Ritter Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
