Her whisper was, Lyman thought, like a Marlin ripping all the line out of a fishing rod.
Joe CoomerCould we possibly be from the place we want to be? Were we from the place we died rather than the place we were born? Are our aspirations our home? Maybe we are from that place to which we're bound, and that's why desire hurts so much, this longing to find a place to rest, to get home. We're not from the past, but the future.
Joe CoomerI’ve come to the end of another book alive. At times like this I’m always at a loss for words.
Joe CoomerTags: writing-craft
Are we defined by where we want to go or where we've been?
Joe CoomerHow do you choose between your kids and your parents? I feel like we're all just a bunch of vikings, moving around so we can pillage and burn, make a better living.
Some choose their kids, some their parents, and some both. Some people just choose themselves,
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