Monroe had in fact preached that God was not at all such a one as ourselves, not one to be temperamentally inclined to tread ragefully upon us until our blood flew up and stained all His white raiment, but rather that He looked on both the best and worst of mankind with weary, bemused pity.
Charles FrazierClaim your space. Draw a circle of light around it. Push back against the dark. Don't just survive. Celebrate.
Charles FrazierInman guessed Swimmer's spells were right in saying a man's spirit could be torn apart and cease and yet his body keep on living. They could take deathblows independently. He was himself a case in point, and perhaps not a rare one, for his spirit, it seemed, had been about burned out of him to fear that the mere existence of the Henry repeating rifle or the éprouvette mortar made all talk of spirit immediately antique. His spirit, he feared, had been blasted away so that he had become lonesome and estranged from all around him as a sad old heron standing pointless watch in the mudflats of a pond lacking frogs. It seemed a poor swap to find that the only way one might keep from fearing death was to act numb and set apart as if dead already, with nothing left of you but a hut of bones.
Charles FrazierA song went around from fiddler to fiddler and each one added something and took something away so that in time the song became a different thing from what it had been, barely recognizable in either tune or lyric. But you could not say the song had been improved, for as was true of all human effort, there was never advancement.Everything added meant something lost, and about as often as not the thing lost was preferable to the thing gained, so that over time we'd be lucky if we just broke even.Any thought otherwise was empty pride.
Charles FrazierI won't go into it any further, other than to say that year by year the world darkens down and things are always going away.
Charles FrazierThat's the way it is at some point in life. An inevitable consequence of living. A lot of things begin falling away.
Charles FrazierAfter she had licked the last white drop of the ice cream, she reached out her cone to Mrs. McKennet and said, “Here's your little horn back.
Charles FrazierThinking: this journey will be the axle of my life.
Charles FrazierAsk her what she craved, and she'd get a little frantic about things like books, the woods, music. Plants and the seasons. Also freedom.
Charles FrazierIf I had a brother in jail and one in Georgia, I'd try to bust the one out of Georgia first.
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