Carl

“Running away, then returning. My present was feeding on my past, and my future was waiting for the recursive loop to complete.”
― Steve S. Saroff, Paper Targets: Art Can Be Murder

“I was standing in front of Worden’s market. I looked across the street to Charlie’s bar. I was thinking about going in to see if there might be a mid-day drunk sitting on a barstool to talk with to help me feel like I was back on the honest side of life. Maybe one who would tell stories about working in the woods or highway crews. Someone I could swap some truths with. But perhaps what would have helped me the most would have been a drug dealer. Someone I could have secretly observed working his trade, watched how the exchange of palmed cash for little baggies of heroin transpired. Maybe that would have given me clues about how the more experienced criminals moved and breathed and managed to spend their non-sleeping hours without collapsing.”
― Steve S. Saroff, Paper Targets: Art Can Be Murder

“We have no choice other than to become veterans of time, but is it wrong to hold onto the sparks even if they still burn?”
― Steve S. Saroff, Paper Targets: Art Can Be Murder

“My sadness, and especially my joy, one moment was solid, but then the next it was empty space.”
― Steve S. Saroff, Paper Targets: Art Can Be Murder