Josh

“The day drew on, was swallowed in dusk. No bird called, no insect. Life in abeyance, the world itself grinding to a halt, who knew what would follow. Light through the glass grew dim but he read on as if the passage of day into night was of no moment. The world was winding down, and young Bloodworth wound down with it.”
― William Gay, Provinces of Night

“Memory believes before knowing remembers.

[Light in August]”
― William Faulkner, Light in August

“If I'm sincere today, what does it matter if I regret it tomorrow?”
― José Saramago, Blindness

“Nor does God whisper through the trees. His voice is not to be mistaken. When men hear it they fall to their knees and their souls are riven and they cry out to Him and there is no fear but only wildness of heart that springs from such longing...”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Crossing