The Far Empty Quotes

“It was impossible to see where the highway ended and heaven began—as if a huge eraser had dragged across the edge of the world.”
― J. Todd Scott, The Far Empty

“it. I once read in some fantasy book about a phylactery, a place or an object where a creature can hide its soul, protecting it from death. As long as the phylactery is safe, the creature can never truly die. It lives on, rising again and again.”
― J. Todd Scott, The Far Empty

“This is the thing I understand . . . that I've come to accept. I will forever be searching for Ame's face--my mother's face--in every place, in every crowd. I'll always wonder . . . I'll always picture them out there, in some distant somewhere, a place as real as Anne's green. They're my Murfee Lights, and I'll forever wait for them--ghosts. I'll just never know if they're only haunting me. Or I them.”
― J. Todd Scott, The Far Empty

“Still, Duane had seen his daddy’s truth in it and was set to kill both the Judge and Cherry when the Judge met with him first and told him not to worry—it was all just being handled a different way, promising things were going to be good again. Duane just had to get Cherry out here tonight when the call came and then they were back in business, like old times. He was handling business. And if things were going to be good again, that meant Duane was going to be good too—the free foco was gonna flow, and maybe he wasn’t so fucked after all. He’d hung on to the Judge’s words with both hands, hung them like a noose around his neck. Because now he needed that foco so fucking bad that he would have crawled on his hands and knees out here for it—sucked nigger dick too, right on Main Street, right at the fifty-yard line of Archer-Ross Stadium. Even as it became clear and bright to him now—bright as the oil burning on the ground—just how the Judge had decided to handle their business together once and for all, just how expendable both Cherry and Dupree really were. • • • They’d already spotted Cherry, pretty much no way they couldn’t. Duane, though, had barely left the cover of the truck, hanging back and expecting the shots; leaving Cherry out there exposed, alone. The original plan—and it probably saved his life, at least at the start.”
― J. Todd Scott, The Far Empty