How do you explain to yourself the casual manner in which you threw your life away?
James Lee BurkeSometimes he comes to me in my dreams, and I wonder if ironically all our stories were written on his skin back there in Texas City in 1947. Or maybe that's just poetic illusion purchased by time. But even in the middle of an Indian summer's day, when the sugarcane is beaten with purple and gold light in the fields and the sun is both warm and cool on your skin at the same time, when I know that the earth is a fine place after all, I have to mourn just a moment for those people of years ago who lived lives they did not choose, who carried burdens that were not their own, whose invisible scars were as private as the scarlet beads of Sister Roberta's rosary wrapped across the back of her small hand, as bright as drops of blood ringed round the souls of little people.
James Lee BurkeThen the sun broke above the crest of the hills and the entire countryside looked soaked in blood, the arroyos deep in shadow, the cones of dead volcanoes stark and biscuit-colored against the sky. I could smell pinion trees, wet sage, woodsmoke, cattle in the pastures, and creek water that had melted from snow. I could smell the way the country probably was when it was only a dream in the mind of God.
James Lee Burkegod bless the world
James Lee BurkeA lie is an act of theft. It steals people's faith and makes them resent themselves
James Lee Burke...young people...who were casually profane, as though the validation of their own power could be achieved only by their assault on the sensibilities of others.
James Lee Burke...big as a horse turd floating in a milk shake."
Wyatt Dixson
I sometimes subscribe to the belief that all historical events occur simultaneously, like a dream in the mind of God. Perhaps it is only man who views time sequentially and tries to impose a solar calendar upon it. What if other people, both dead and unborn, are living out their lives in the same space we occupy, without our knowledge or consent?
James Lee BurkeAnd every good artist knows that the gift comes from somewhere else, and it's there for a reason, and that's to make the world a better place.
James Lee BurkeTags: writing
Humility is not a virtue in a writer, it is an absolute necessity.
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