Night is falling. The gods have left us for those who please them better. Our time in the world is passed, and… — Jim Grimsley Copy Share Image
The artist had captured a moment that went on suggesting other moments in the mind of the beholder. This, Timmon told me, was what… — Jim Grimsley Copy Share Image
“the mind has deep rivers of memory and sensation whose existence one never suspects.” — Jim Grimsley Copy Share Image
“Why do men stay together? It is easy to understand why they fuck, but why do they stay together, what is the answer? Why… — Jim Grimsley Copy Share Image
Night is falling. The gods have left us for those who please them better. Our time in the world is passed, and we are… — Jim Grimsley Copy Share Image
“He asks, in a softer voice, "Does your arm still hurt?" You touch it with your hand. The big ache is gone, leaving only… — Jim Grimsley Copy Share Image
For me, writing plays is far more an act of the mind than of the emotions. It's a very different kind of impulse than… — Jim Grimsley Copy Share Image
“Words created the future, exacerbated problems, raised barriers between them. But in the silence of Ford's sleep, Ford could love Dan easily; in the… — Jim Grimsley Copy Share Image
