Let Him Go Quotes

“Autumn has come to northeast Montana. The vapor of one’s breath, the clarity of the stars, the smell of wood smoke, the stones underfoot that even a full day of sunlight won’t warm- these all say there will be no more days that can be mistaken for summer.”
― Larry Watson, Let Him Go

“A four-year-old has so little past, and he remembers almost none of it, neither the father he once had nor the house where he once lived. But he can feel the absences – and feel them as sensation, like a texture that was once at his fingers every day but now is gone and no matter how he gropes or reaches his hand he cannot touch what’s no longer there.”
― Larry Watson, Let Him Go

“Long past the moment when her neck begins to stiffen and ache, she continues to stare into the darkness, even though none of the human secrets she needs to know are to be found in the stars but rather closer to the earth her boots stand upon.”
― Larry Watson, Let Him Go

“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.”
― Larry Watson, Let Him Go

“From the bluffs east of the city, Gladstone, Montana looks as though it could have been laid out by a shotgun blast, the commercial and residential districts a tight cluster in the center and then the buckshot dispersing in the looser pattern of outlying houses and businesses owned by those Montanans for whom space is a stronger article of faith than neighborliness.”
― Larry Watson, Let Him Go

“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.”
― Larry Watson, Let Him Go

“Now no sign, no scorch or char, marks the place where George built the fire. Remarkable, earth's strength to restore itself and erase human effort. But memory, stronger still, can send flames as high as the roof, and shift the wind and choke George and sting his eyes with smoke...”
― Larry Watson, Let Him Go

“How long can a household’s slumber be expected to hold with a stranger in its midst? Won’t someone soon sense a breath that does not belong? The tread of a foot too heavy, too light, on a creaking board? Won’t a dream veer off its course and into danger?”
― Larry Watson, Let Him Go

“The limitless, lowering sky, the long stretches of motionless empty prairie, the silence, complete right down to the absence of birdsong -- who knows what decides a man to leave most of his words unspoken?”
― larry watson, Let Him Go