“Daylight fires the ridges green, shifts the colors of the fog, touches the brick streets of Rock Camp with a reddish tone. The streetlights flicker out, and the traffic signal at the far end of Front Street's yoke snaps on;… — Breece D'J Pancake Copy Share Image
i feel my fear moving away in rings through time for a million years. — Breece D'J Pancake Copy Share Image
“Well, when everybody's going this way, it's time to turn around and go that way, you know? ... I don't care if they end… — Breece D'J Pancake Copy Share Image
“I walk along the avenue thinking how shit always sinks, and how all these towns dump their shit for the river to push it… — Breece D'J Pancake Copy Share Image
“He hears false power in the preacher's voice, sees outsiders pretending. Old fool, he thinks, new fools are here to take your place.” — Breece D'J Pancake Copy Share Image
“I lean back, try to forget these fields and flanking hills. A long time before me or these tools, the Teays flowed here. I… — Breece D'J Pancake Copy Share Image
I'm going to come back to West Virginia when this is over. There's something ancient and deeply-rooted in my soul. I like to think… — Breece D'J Pancake Copy Share Image
“Daylight fires the ridges green, shifts the colors of the fog, touches the brick streets of Rock Camp with a reddish tone. The streetlights… — Breece D'J Pancake Copy Share Image
“Last night I dreamed of the "happy hunting ground." I passed through a place of bones that looked human, but weren't--the skulls were wrong.… — Breece D'J Pancake Copy Share Image
