Those Across the River

But when I make a good [taxidermy] mount I feel like I beat God in a small way. As though the Almighty said, Let such critter be dead, and I said, 'Fuck You, he can still play the banjo.

How easily the paint of civilization peels off with a little bad weather.

That was a mean thought, and not funny at all. I let it turn to sand and blow out of my head.

Alas. That is a good word. Full of helplessness and beauty.

After a pretty man breaks your heart, you're happy for a plain man.

The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down to plan hell, since no two of them could agree on the design of heaven.

One of the hardest and truest things a grown-up learns is that sometimes it’s not okay.

I mostly drink clear booze because the rest of it looks it's already been through a gentleman.

Round here we don’t turn no water into wine. Just corn into shine.

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Violence like that is private, don't you think?

But it was quiet here, too, except for the locusts, and now the frogs, joining together in their agnostic hymn.

Funny that flower-bedecked sacrificial pigs struck him as Christian, but only heathens made jack-o’-lanterns.

a woman who doesn't snoop after her man is either highly moral or doesn't care enough.

ready to send a rosary of lead that could make whole companies kneel.

But that family was alone. They would be alone no matter who came or how much food was brought to the house afterwards. The father of a dead son, when that son had no brothers, must stand alone with his surname dying in his mind. The mother of a dead son must stand alone even among her sisters with the memory of that child's birth and the wasted milk of his nursing.

Everything made to be enjoyed for a little while and then broken. One day this, too, fractured like pot shards under a city.