“Sons of Adam are always to go West. It is the way back to Eden, the way of return.”
Not a Slow Dream
“He had a heavy dream, but for all its weight it flew by quickly.”
New Every Morning
“Behind him, in the dense green trees of the new garden numerous other birds were singing as though they had just been created. For, of course, as far as they were concerned, they had been.”
Breathing Glory
“Suddenly, he caught another burst of white off to the right. He walked slowly forward, and, as he did, he could feel a heavy weight settling on his chest. Years later, when he was an old man, he said that it was like breathing glory, and that it was too thick for him to breathe in.”
A Rancid Brown Taste
“Andrew felt as though he recognized him somehow, and also felt something in his stomach, something that felt like it had tasted like guilt before it got to his stomach.”
Like the Blackest of Gravel
“‘Welcome to my home,’ the creature on the right side said. His voice sounded deep, like black gravel.”
Andrew and the Firedrake, p. 9
Soft But Metallic
“The air was completely still, and the boy could not hear anything, not even the faint murmuring of insects. And that is why, after about a half an hour, his attention was drawn to a distant metallic sound, like silver coins being stirred in a chest in a distant room.”
Andrew and the Firedrake, p. 3
A True Story Either Way
“But I can say that if it really happened, then it happened as I have told it. If it did not, then it should be reckoned as the kind of fairy story that is still truer in many ways than the true histories that some people think they like to tell.”
Andrew and the Firedrake, p. ix
A Different Vantage
“We are living in a time when all the wheels appear to be coming off Pharaoh’s chariots. But this should not distress us because we are Israelites, and we are already standing on the opposite shore.”
Gashmu Saith It, p. 99
Junipers Producing Grapefruit
“A nation of fornicating potheads will not enjoy civil liberty. You might as well expect to plant thistles and harvest barley.”
Gashmu Saith It, p. 90