The Six Messiahs Quotes

“An owl circled the rising moon. Grandfather had taught her about the spirit of the owl: he had such powerful medicine. More than any of the big bellies left alive in the Hunkpapa or Oglala families. What would he consuel if he where with her now?
The owl landed softly on the branch of an overhead pine, settled his wings, looked sharply down at her, and through his ageless eyes she felt the presence of her grandfather.
-Go back to your bed and sleep and wait for the dream. The dream is the question and the answer. The dream will tell you what to do-.
The owl blinked twice then swooped off into the night.”
― Mark Frost, The Six Messiahs

“He experienced while sleeping the unsettling sensation of full waking consciousness, completely aware that he was moving through a dream. Although unable to control the dream’s flow of events, he had learned to shift the focus of his attention and see more of what was happening around him. The explicit content of the dream itself was not on the face of it so frightening, but there crept in around its borders an aura of menace and a potency of light and sound and color so overhelming that each night had woken out of it in a pool of sweat, heart thundering, eyes raw and stinging from involuntary tears”
― Mark Frost, The Six Messiahs

“Dante had seen this pattern so many times; woman comes into town, finds a low-end job, waitressing, maybe seamstress in a sweatshop Time passes and the work grinds her down to one of those nameless, faceless bodies no one notices passing by them on the street. Trudging back to her room alone very night. Bone weary, looks wearing out fast. Taking meals with the other thin-faced women in the boarding house, he could see'them sitting prim and proper through the irish lace on the dining room windows. Maybe she finds a friend among them and they talk without much hope about meeting a man some day, a fellow who won’t treat them too bad, provide some kind of a life. Smoking cigarettes on the back porch, breath steaming in the cool evening air. Washing up in the shared bathroom down the hall, never all her clothes off at the same time. Sleeping with her meager dreams.
Women like empty cups. Drifting through life waiting for something to happen.”
― Mark Frost, The Six Messiahs