The Sunday Sentence is “simply put, the best sentence(s) I’ve read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.” author David Abrams.
I couldn’t pick just one. Or two. Or even three.
“They bred dogs for everything else, even diving for fish, why didn’t they breed them to live as long as man?”
“I stood back of the new garden watching the sun touch the mountains and ruddle the turned dirt and the threads of water and I can say there was something moving inside that resembled a kind of happiness.”
“It caught me sometimes: that this was okay. Just this. That simple beauty was still bearable barely, and that if I lived moment to moment, garden to stove to the simple act of flying, I could have peace.”
“One thing about everybody dying is that you don’t have to use the designated runway.”
“Grief is an element. It has its own cycle like the carbon cycle, the nitrogen. It never diminishes not ever. It passes in and out of everything.”
“The flakes stuck in my eyelashes. They fell on my sleeves. Huge. Flowers and stars. They fell onto each other, held their shapes, became small piles of perfect asterisks and blooms tumbled together in their discrete geometries like children’s blocks.”
“Why don’t we have a word for the utterance between laughing and crying?”
“Amazing how not having to kill someone frees up a relationship generally.”
All from The Dog Stars by Peter Heller
We like big books and we cannot lie! Well, some big books.
