Tim Willocks > Quotes

“Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched—by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever.” (p.33)”
― Tim Willocks, The Religion

“Sadness is never bad," said Amparo. "Sadness is the mirror of being happy”
― Tim Willocks, The Religion

“Let the morrow bring on what it would, he thought, for it didn't exist. Only now could lay any claim to forever...”
― Tim Willocks, The Religion

“He who has not known war has not known God.”
― Tim Willocks, The Religion

“Men, and pigs, are hard on women who sacrifice their virtue, especially for love." Mattis Tannhouser”
― Tim Willocks, The Religion

“In the end, every man's life is but a tale told to him that's lived it, and to him alone.”
― Tim Willocks, The Religion

“Sorrow opens the gate to the Grace of God”
― Tim Willocks

“She thought little of her ordeal. Cruelty was part of nature, like a winter frost; something to be survived and then forgotten (p.689)”
― Tim Willocks

“Night. Wind. Stars. Sea. Stones.”
― Tim Willocks, The Religion

“We've done nothing to hurt them," growled Argal. "All we've done is to be their most faithful companions for thousands of years. We protected their children, their homes, their farms. We herded their cattle and sheep. We showed them how to hunt. We fought in their wars. When they were lost, we guided them home. We put food in their mouths when they were hungry, and saved their lives when they were dying. We even wiped out our brothers-the wolves-for the benefit of men and to our shame because men asked us to do it. Now we capture their criminals and sniff for their dangerous explosives and poisonous drugs. The rich use us to make them look even richer, and the beggars use us to help pay for their booze. In their darkest nights we bring them comfort. In their brightest days we bring them joy. We've given the human race more love than any other creature on this earth. They even have the nerve to call us man's best friend,"
He looked about the death house. He looked at Furgal. "And this is our reward,”
― Tim Willocks, Doglands

“Shoulder to shoulder they stood in a circle of woe, and woe was all their assailants found to greet them.”
― Tim Willocks, The Religion

“The old man's histrionics confirmed Tannhauser in his view that when misfortune befell the privileged they bore it with far less dignity, and a great deal more self pity, than did the rest of the human race.”
― Tim Willocks, The Religion

“Have you noticed that human beings don’t have any patience? It’s always about them.”
― Tim Willocks, Doglands