Patrick Glynn

“You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.”
― Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men

“What are the children of men, but as leaves that drop at the wind's breath?”
― Homer, The Iliad

“Dying was nothing and he had no picture of it nor fear of it in his mind. But living was a field of grain blowing in the wind on the side of a hill. Living was a hawk in the sky. Living was an earthen jar of water in the dust of the threshing with the grain flailed out and the chaff blowing. Living was a horse between your legs and a carbine under one leg and a hill and a valley and a stream with trees along it and the far side of the valley and the hills beyond.”
― Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls

“He speaks in your voice, American, and there's a shine in his eye that's halfway hopeful.”
― Don Delillo