“He took me down and out into the afterlife of the brightly lit streets, a haze of rain around each streetlight like… — Michael Montoure Pretty-prose Copy Share Image
“Life went back to normal, after that, as it will do if you're not careful.” — Michael Montoure Awakened-mind Copy Share Image
“He found, using fifty stones to keep track, that he could easily remember the names of all fifty states, and he knew… — Michael Montoure Freedom Copy Share Image
“I try asking him some more questions, but it's like talking to voice mail.” — Michael Montoure Communication Copy Share Image
“They play strange games, games I don't recognize. They pull buttons off their clothes and exchange them back and forth, palming and… — Michael Montoure Games Copy Share Image
“Why do you have to ruin everything?' he asked. 'Why do you have to name everything? Decide what's real and what's -… — Michael Montoure Naming Copy Share Image
“Fell?' he asked. 'Or was pushed?' Anton shrugged again. 'It hardly makes a difference,' he said, 'when you are the man at… — Michael Montoure Gallows humor Copy Share Image
“Time falls on us, like rain, it falls like rain until we drown in it, and sometimes, it's like the drains overflow,… — Michael Montoure Passage of time Copy Share Image
“I listen to the grinding whir of the clock, and the creaking of my listing bed, and the sound the phone doesn't… — Michael Montoure Beds Copy Share Image
“What's a reputation for, if not for proceeding oneself?” — Michael Montoure Reputation Copy Share Image
“We used to make gods, and we used to make sacrifices to them, and they would reward us. We're still doing it… — Michael Montoure Fast food Copy Share Image
“[...] I'd wake up in the middle of the night to the Star-Spangled Banner and some old film of a flag blowing… — Michael Montoure Bygone Copy Share Image
“In the dim light of the closed bar, he thought at first it was silver, but as he reached inside and held… — Michael Montoure Color white Copy Share Image
“He'd wanted to - he didn't know. Break bottles. Break windows, crash cars. Burn down the world. Find solace at the bottom… — Michael Montoure Anger Copy Share Image
“The broken centerline of the road in her headlights just an endless pulsing ribbon.” — Michael Montoure Driving Copy Share Image
“He'd grown unused to woods like this. He'd become accustomed to the Northwest, evergreen and shaded dark. Here he was surrounded by… — Michael Montoure Animism Copy Share Image
“The old house had a thousand doors in it. All old houses do. You can see them if you know how to… — Michael Montoure Architecture Copy Share Image
“The skyscrapers of the city had finished scraping all the sky away, and the clouds overhead were exactly the color of concrete… — Michael Montoure Pretty-prose Copy Share Image
“Keep in mind that in the whole long tradition of storytelling, from Greek myths through Shakespeare through King Arthur and Robin Hood,… — Michael Montoure Copyright Copy Share Image
“What do you tell someone who hasn't live through it all? Try to explain what it's like, living under a pressure-front of… — Michael Montoure 9-11 Copy Share Image
“The only sounds here were lazy, ponderous, gentle sounds. A bee hung low in the warm afternoon haze, and he watched it… — Michael Montoure Auditory Copy Share Image
