Lynne Brookfield

“Each believed that God was on his side, for no one raises a hand without convincing himself first that he is right.”
― Andrew Krivak

“THE NORTHWESTERN CARPATHIANS, IN WHICH I WAS RAISED, were a hard place, as unforgiving as the people who lived there, but the Alpine landscape into which Zlee and I were sent that early winter seemed a glimpse of what the surface of the earth looked and felt and acted like when there were no maps or borders, no rifles or artillery, no men or wars to claim possession of land, and snow and rock alone parried in a match of millennial slowness so that time meant nothing, and death meant nothing, for what life there was gave in to the forces of nature surrounding and accepted its fate to play what role was handed down in the sidereal march of seasons capable of crushing in an instant what armies might—millennia later—be foolish enough to assemble on it heights.”
― Andrew Krivak, The Sojourn

“I prayed for death so as not to live in madness.”
― Andrew Krivak, The Sojourn

“The ship slipped her lines and a tug nudged her into mid-river, where she stalled briefly, waiting to see that everything that lay before her on the course below was clear. Then Hamburg, and Europe, and all her empires, all I had ever known--the only ground that up until then had fed me, the only well from which I had drunk--receded in slow swaths of wash and sky as we surrendered to the outgoing tide on the Elbe.”
― Andrew Krivak, The Sojourn