The Long Home Quotes

“In the molten fire where he lay he could watch the slow machinations of eternity, the cosmic miracle of each second being born, eggshaped, silverplated, phallic, time thrusting itself gleaming through the worn and worthless husk of the microsecond previous, halting, beginning to show the slow and infinitesimal accreations of decay in the clocking away of life in a mechanism encoded at the moment of conception, withering, shunted aside by time's next orgasmic thrust, and all to the beating of some galactic heart, to voices, a madman's mutterings from a snare in the web of the world.”
― William Gay, The Long Home

“While he slept the world spun on, changed, situations altered and grew more complex, left him more inadequate to deal with them.”
― William Gay, The Long Home

“Down fabled roads reverting now to woods Winer felt himself imprisoned by the dark beyond the carlights and by the compulsive timbre of Motormouth's voice, a drone obsessed with spewing out words without regard for truth or even for coherence, as if he must spit out vast quantities of them and rearrange them for his liking, step back, and admire the various patterns he could construct: these old tales of love and betrayal had no truth beyond his retelling of them, for each retelling shaped his past, made him immortal, gave him an infinite number of lives.”
― William Gay, The Long Home

“Hovington cowered on the porch alternately praying and swearing in a desperate attempt to cover all the bases.”
― William Gay, The Long Home

“Truth had hanged the way the landscape had changed to accommodate progress, altered by each generation to its purpose. He had learned from the talk of old men that there was no such thing as truth, truth was always shaded by perception and expectation.”
― William Gay, The Long Home

“Hardin lived in a world he manipulated day to day, you never knew when a piece of information might have a use. Life was a jigsaw puzzle someone had kicked apart on the day Hardin was born and he was still putting it back together a piece at a time.”
― William Gay, The Long Home

“Somehow you knew without shoving him that there was no give to him either.”
― William Gay, The Long Home

“He has all the time in the world, he can pick and choose, all the time you have is the moment of his arrival.”
― William Gay, The Long Home