Beaumont S

“A person seldom knows they're starved for something until they get a taste of it.”
― Michael Christie, Greenwood

“What is nature exactly, Willow?...Is one of my reclaimed wood tables Nature? How about me, am I Nature? How come you never looked upon me with any reverence? How comes trees are the only part of Nature that you ever cared about?”
― Michael Christie, Greenwood

“Time, Liam has learned, is not an arrow. Neither is it a road. It goes in no particular direction. It simply accumulates—in the body, in the world—like wood does. Layer upon layer. Light, then dark. Each one dependent upon the last. Each year impossible without the one preceding it. Each triumph and each disaster written forever in its structure. His own life, he can admit now, will never be clear, will never be unblemished, will never be reclaimed. Because it is impossible to ungrow what has already grown, to undo what is already done. Still, people trust the things he’s built, and there is something to that. It’s not enough, but it’s what he’ll take with him.”
― Michael Christie, Greenwood

“...Liam Greenwood has often thought that people like clear wood best because they need to see time stacked together. Years pressed against years, all orderly and clean. Free from obstruction or blemish. The way our own lives never are.”
― Michael Christie, Greenwood