Allen Bratton > Quotes

“Make life, make life, make life. What sort of life? We can prune and water and weed ourselves, but we can't stop the rot once it gets in.”
― Allen Bratton, Henry Henry

“He wasn't ready yet, he thought. There was more living he had to do before he was a man. Someone should have stopped him before he got here. Here he was, still flying forward into the next minute and the next, closer and closer to the terrible moment when he would have to give up and become himself. He thought, I don't want to, I don't want to, I'm scared.”
― Allen Bratton, Henry Henry

“He was in Percy’s arms and it was lovely to be there, to be one inconstant body rubbing off on and absorbing another.”
― Allen Bratton, Henry Henry

“He became too aware of his body as a continuous thing, connected physically to itself, like a long line of Hals going back to conception and forward to resurrection. Somewhere behind him there were the ones who had touched other people besides Percy, and the pious ones who promised they’d never do this, and the ones still in his mother’s arms.”
― Allen Bratton, Henry Henry