“Do you ever think about the rocks?" he said. "How does that go?" "Maybe they are alive and their hearts beat once every thousand years and they only need to take a breath every five hundred.” — Robert Olmstead Copy Share Image
“They came and they went; they ached and pained. They laughed privately and cried to themselves as if heeding a way- off silent call.… — Robert Olmstead Copy Share Image
“Do you ever think about the rocks?" he said. "How does that go?" "Maybe they are alive and their hearts beat once every thousand… — Robert Olmstead Copy Share Image
“Of late she'd become impatient with the inexplicit needs of boys and men and their acting so rashly on what they could not fathom… — Robert Olmstead Copy Share Image
“every night I fold myself into her, every night she comes into my life and I feel her hand on my heart and she… — robert olmstead Copy Share Image
“In her mind, men were no different than droughty weather or a sudden burst of rainless storm.” — Robert Olmstead Copy Share Image
“Hast thou given the horse strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder?...He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage...” — Robert Olmstead Copy Share Image
“All that night he followed bends of the black road jeweled by starlight until the wan light of the dawn touched the east with… — Robert Olmstead Copy Share Image
