Patrick

“C. M. Doughty—Travels in Arabia Deserta—who almost never came back. A few Americans have tried to understand the desert: Mary Austin in her book Land of Little Rain, John C. Van Dyke in an unjustly forgotten book The Desert, Joseph Wood Krutch with The Voice of the Desert, the contemporary novelists Paul Bowles and William Eastlake in part of their work (but only in an incidental way), and such obscure figures as the lad Everett Reuss, author of On Desert Trails, who disappeared at the age of twenty-six into the canyon”
― Edward Abbey, Desert Solitaire

“These boys, now, were living as we’d been living then, they were growing up with a rush and their heads bumped abruptly against the low ceiling of their actual possibilities. They were filled with rage. All they really knew were two darknesses, the darkness of their lives, which was now closing in on them, and the darkness of the movies, which had blinded them to that other darkness, and in which they now, vindictively, dreamed, at once more together than they were at any other time, and more alone.”
― James Baldwin, Going to Meet the Man: Stories

“Suggested Further Reading The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood Stories of Your Life and Others by Ted Chiang Cloud Cuckoo Land by Anthony Doerr Dune by Frank Herbert To the Bright Edge of the World by Eowyn Ivey Crystal Eaters by Shane Jones Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel The Road by Cormac McCarthy The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger The Opposite House by Helen Oyeyemi State of Wonder by Ann Patchett”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Sea of Tranquility

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― Paulette Jiles, News of the World