Quotes by : Larry Watson

Autumn has come to northeast Montana. The vapor of one’s breath, the clarity of the stars, the smell....

The limitless, lowering sky, the long stretches of motionless empty prairie, the silence, complete right....

A four-year-old has so little past, and he remembers almost none of it, neither the father he once had....

A gust of wind doesn't suddenly bang a door open. A clock doesn't chime. The phone doesn't ring. Yet....

When night comes on in a room lit by kerosene, any flicker of the flame can give the sense that darkness....

With so much unknown in this life, how little it takes for a face, a grove of trees, an outcropping of....

Long past the moment when her neck begins to stiffen and ache, she continues to stare into the darkness,....