Wicked Temper Quotes

“Matthew Birdnell better walk soft or my Preacher-Daddy's gonna break them long legs of his and use em to beat some Jesus into him.”
― Randy Thornhorn, Wicked Temper

“Can you possibly fathom the worlds that you have opened to me?  I have stood atop these mountain peaks in a raging firestorm, and looked out across these heavens while a thousand veils enfolded upon themselves, revealing phantasmic secrets to my thirsting soul.  The skies have swum like nectar before me, engulfing me, sworling open like some infinite camera obscura, allowing me to glimpse the unknowable beauties we can never unlock in life.  For me, as I walk these hills, there is no daybreak—only eternal twilight betwixt death and redemption.  For I am passing my love, forever passing.  And as I go, I meet others like myself who bespeak tales of utter woe, far more beleaguered and horrific than any sorrow I have to tell.  We listen, each to the other, then we pass on.  I have met lost children, the grieving mothers who smothered them, and I have visited with soft, gentle souls who are only asking forgiveness for sins they cannot remember, questing in peaceful resignation for an everlasting passage to home.  We are all going home.”
― Randy Thornhorn, Wicked Temper Creation

“The way he straddled that chair, Tizzy thought Bob looked trapped in a bad harness.  His black hair was greasy, long, and swept back.  He looked unnatural for such a natural man.  In fact, Tizzy began to see that even his tattoos were unnatural tattoos.  As her eyes warmed to the light, she began to see how his tattoos were butchered.  They were more like tattoo scraps.  The leftover illustrations danced in the light: bleached, wrinkly red and blue-green.  His skin etchings which had been almost removed.  They had been altered until they were a twisting, scarred mess of old cuts and hairy remnants of color.  Yes, those tattoos had died torturous deaths.  Tizzy chewed, trying not to stare.  Bob did not seem to care.  But she tried not stare.  She was pretty sure there was a snip of dragon's tail she could still see, blue and curling up from scar tissue below his left elbow. “Sure”
― Randy Thornhorn, Wicked Temper