Larry Watson Quotes

Brothers naturally invite comparison.

From the summer of my twelfth year I carry a series of images more vivid and lasting than any others of my boyhood and indelible beyond all attempts the years make to erase or fade them.

Two months ago my mother died. She made, as the expression goes, a good death.

When night comes on in a room lit by kerosene, any flicker of the flame can give the sense that darkness is about to triumph.

A gust of wind doesn't suddenly bang a door open. A clock doesn't chime. The phone doesn't ring. Yet in the next instant the stillness breaks as if it is crystal.

With so much unknown in this life, how little it takes for a face, a grove of trees, an outcropping of stone to become familiar.