Quotes from Bill Roorbach

The authorities aren't always up to the job.

It's all written out, you know. Everything is fate. All written out in Heaven, or written out in Hell.

had to look back before you moved forward.

I remember that night as a scent, smoke first , then Montana sagebrush, that distant but forever threat of autumn in the air, and a passion caught in that scent, just a feeling that still wells up in me when I smell anything remotely like it, all of us purely alive and it up by the fire like fresh devils in the dark.

The animal collapsed to her front knees, then to one side, the spear holding her half upright as - beautiful creature built from mountains and valleys and brooks and wildflower meadows and sky - she became wind.

Will you marry me?" he said. "We're married," I said. "So marry me even more?

couch, in point of fact.