“He pulled out a short-barreled pistol from the drawer and placed it on the desktop. It was not what he was looking for. The pistol might have been a stapler for all he noticed.” — David Grant Urban Copy Share Image
“Two years, I thought. Two years living wrapped in vicious guilt, self-doubt, and rage. No truth to salve the wounds, only the steady application… — David Grant Urban Copy Share Image
“Books said nothing for a few minutes. Then, gazing out over the water, watching a sailboat heeled over, cutting across the bay, he asked,… — David Grant Urban Copy Share Image
“He pulled out a short-barreled pistol from the drawer and placed it on the desktop. It was not what he was looking for. The… — David Grant Urban Copy Share Image
“Civilization is diaphanous: a dazzling display, beautiful, a brilliant golden orb of order and geometric precision. But just touch it lightly and see toward… — David Grant Urban Copy Share Image
“We stared at each other, bound by common experience, but each looking at the other through the steady crosshairs of inherent distrust.” — David Grant Urban Copy Share Image
“Love may come more than once, but there is only one first love. The only time there is nothing to compare it to. Every… — David Grant Urban Copy Share Image
“What we have now is but a bare remnant, an age of vast information, but spread thin like a superficial crust passing as knowledge.… — David Grant Urban Copy Share Image
“The tragedy of man is the difference between what he can be, and what he is.” — David Grant Urban Copy Share Image
“Truth is an illusionary ideal, a structure with a foundation of opinion, garnished by selected facts, eroded over time and rebuilt new every generation.” — David Grant Urban Copy Share Image
“He looked at me and smiled. I was thinking he would fit in perfectly at any college campus across the country. Instead, he ran… — David Grant Urban Copy Share Image
“Unclaimed or abandoned bodies. There could be no stronger definition of loneliness.” — David Grant Urban Copy Share Image
