Quotes from James Galvin

The Meadow... Only one of them succeeded in making a life here... He weathered. Before a backdrop of natural beauty, he lived a life from which everything was taken but a place. He lived so close to the real world it almost let him in.

When we think of our lives as what we have done, memory becomes a museum with one long shelf on which we arrange a bric-a-brac of deeds, each to his own liking.

Let us begin with a simple line, Drawn as a child would draw it, To indicate the horizon, More real than the real horizon, Which is less than line, Which is visible abstraction, a ratio. The line ravishes the page with implications Of white earth, white sky!

Each year the snow tries to memorize, blindly, the landscape, as if it were the landscape that was going to melt in spring.

Do you want to come in? Take a deep breath. The repo man is gone. All I had to do was show him My favorite gun And tell him about My conviction That a shame-faced galaxy Mutters a homily of return.

Do you want to come in? Take a deep breath. Everything is about to happen.

Loneliness invades the soul late afternoon. Sundown can test you with its flood of color, but once it's full dark you're fine.

You can't step into the same River even once, And why would you want to? You can't

The history of the meadow goes like this. No one owns it, no one ever will.