R.A. Hakok > Quotes

“But mostly it’s the magic of turning marks on a page into images, sounds, feelings; a whole other world into which you can escape when the one around you isn’t to your liking.”
― R.A. Hakok, Among Wolves

“magic of turning marks on a page into images, sounds, feelings; a whole other world into which you can escape when the one around you isn’t to your liking. Sometimes I’d imagine it was her in the attic, reading to me. The darkness didn’t seem to matter quite as much then. The sound of her voice had always made me feel safe.”
― R.A. Hakok, Among Wolves

“was”
― R.A. Hakok, Among Wolves

“But when I close my eyes and try to picture her face there’s no coherent image, only a hazy montage of feelings, moments, gestures, like fragments of a dream that’s already fading. I play them over in my head anyway, so I don’t lose what’s left of her, and for the feeling they provide. Like stoking the embers to get the last of the warmth from a dying fire.”
― R.A. Hakok, Among Wolves

“the magic of turning marks on a page into images, sounds, feelings; a whole other world into which you can escape when the one around you isn’t to your liking.”
― R.A. Hakok, Among Wolves

“missiles, wave after wave of them rising from their bunkers on columns of fire. To have seen the night burn white with the light of a thousand suns as they reached their detonation altitude, in the same moment the pulse they released plunging everything beneath into everlasting darkness.”
― R.A. Hakok, Among Wolves

“The first free seat that morning was two-thirds of the way down – deep into asshole territory”
― R.A. Hakok, Among Wolves

“I never thought I’d be here alone, though. It never occurred to me I might have to venture into the darkness by myself. I unsnap my snowshoes and sit down in the snow, huddled up in my parka. I stare into the tunnel’s gaping maw as the light from the wind up flashlight slowly yellows and fades. I’m not sure I can go on.”
― R.A. Hakok, Among Wolves

“MARV SITS OPPOSITE ME, the gun on the kitchen table between us, still wrapped in the Ziploc bag. Outside the wind gusts, rattling the windows in their frames. I must have sat here a thousand times, but now it’s as if I’m seeing it for the first time. The ceiling stained and cracked from snowmelt, exposing the wooden laths behind. The counters stripped for firewood, the cupboards underneath long since laid bare.”
― R.A. Hakok, Among Wolves