Oyster Quotes

“Worse, the long, sleepless night in a room stored with mementoes of Alton's life confronted Rusty with the tracks of a ghost. Like a mattress sagging under the weight of an unseen body and a fluffed pillow impressed with the indentation of its head, the room seemed to mold itself around Alton's absence. The shirts that hung over creased pants in the small armoire remembered the boy's shoulders. Toy soldiers, headless and one-legged after a childhood of tabletop battles, did not desert the formation Alton had last ordered. A half-finished model airplane on his desk did not complete itself. As Rusty pitched from side to side in the narrow bed, his eyes fell upon object after object, which each in its own voice seemed to utter Alton's name as a kind of question--a question, he well knew, that would never be answered.
THe chorus of Alton's things, silently protesting their perplexed abandonment, disturbed Rusty's sleep like crickets chirping in the dark. It felt to him as if everything is the room was hardening around Alton's absence And what was a ghost, anyway, he began to understand while lying in a dead man's bed, but a felt absence, a keen unpresence?”
― John Biguenet, Oyster

“Who's the truth good for anyway but the guilty?”
― John Biguenet, Oyster

“It seemed to him, the more he thought about it, a kind of marriage between stone and water, the oyster. Inside a stone, water thickens into an oyster, and then it pulses within its shell like the gray heart of a gray stone. He felt he was getting close to something he needed to understand, not about oysters, about something else....”
― John Biguenet, Oyster