“Love loves anarchy. It loves to wreak havoc. It loves to dance atop the ruins.”
Paul Russell“Why not simply surrender to one’s doom, since one was so clearly, so spectacularly, doomed?”
Paul Russell, The Coming Storm“Our students didn’t used to come from such damaged families,” Louis mused. “It’s true what they say. This country really is coming apart at the seams.”
Paul Russell, The Coming Storm“The angel descended when you were least expecting it. Tracy felt something quietly go click in his despairing heart.”
Paul Russell, The Coming Storm“That’s the way Chris lives, warning everyone who gets close of the lightning that may strike. Never touch anything, never make a mark. But Anatole can’t live that way. The world’s too lonely a place: he has to touch things, he has to put his arms around them.”
Paul Russell, The Salt Point“Absolutely, love matters,” she reiterated. “We forget that at our own risk.”
Paul Russell, The Coming Storm“You get exactly what you want, Anatole’s always suspected, only when you get it it’s no longer what you want, you need something else.”
Paul Russell, The Salt Point“He wanted to toast mad idealism, forbidden desires, the dreams that drove one to criminal acts. He wanted, quite starkly, oblivion.”
Paul Russell, The Coming Storm“Tracy had never been so conscious of the sky above the earth, the dangerous clouds that gathered there, the way humans lived beneath such grandeur and threat every moment of their lives.”
Paul Russell, The Coming Storm“Shirtless, they’d stretch out in the long grass and take the healing brunt of a noontime sun that gave no clue of the thunderheads it already, in secret, had begun to breed.”
Paul Russell, The Coming Storm“If certain places you came to in life felt right, then how many others were just as clearly the wrong place to be?”
Paul Russell, The Coming Storm