Blood red clay encrusts the earth and is tracked onto porch boards and into near empty shops and is tracked along creek beds and into the darkest coves of every creature— man and beast alike.
"Overdoses were good for business. That was all Clovis had to hear. There were junkies, there were people, and there were Begleys. The last were worth the most, and the first weren’t worth anything at all."
Both contemplative meditations on the courage it takes to choose one's path.
Both stories resonate with modern sensibilities while honoring the spirit of the old West.
I want more of those.
“Fishes” mirrors a chef’s daily grind: chaos, family drama, and the weight of tradition. Its follow up, "Forks” reflects the relief and joy when service ends smoothly, capturing the essence of a chef’s life.
This show is perfect.
"As far as he was concerned, decafs the equivalent of Elvis impersonators and Christian rock bands. All of them in one way or another missed the point."
"Stacia talked a lot, all the time. It was mostly gossip about peers which, according to Gus, was a replacement for actual animal instinct. He said it filled a void left due to a decent economy, unlimited groceries, and houses with cold, cold AC and hot, hot heat."
"What is the deal with women, somebody tell me. A day can be going to hell in a hornet’s nest, you’re fixing to lose your breakfast, but she’s still going to get her homework done."
My town's microbrewery makes the world's finest Vienna Lager.
I'm telling you, folks. No other part of the world brews better beer than here in Quebec!
"In Lee County they say you have to look hard for a face you’ve not seen before, which surely was true for Mom, who’d directed anybody that could walk to where the Solo cups are kept on Aisle 19."
"Always sipping on that Amstel Light and grinning. Until one night they pulled out a bottle of J&B. His hands got bigger then. And stronger. And it wasn’t like he wanted her, but instead wanted to have her. Like he wanted to smash her."
Just got to watch the pilot of GODLESS, and I have to say I don't know what took me so long. It doesn't seem to be the feminist western I thought it would be, but it remains a remarkable piece of television thus far.
“She’s not a murderer, though.” “Yes. She is. She’s in prison, and in America that means she is what the system says she is. Because that’s how it works. No judge cares. No lawyers care. No sobbing mom sitting on a couch watching midday talk shows will care. No reporters care either.
"Clayton was only four hundred miles from home, but he felt like he was in another country— a country made of neon lights, concrete, and bad decisions."
Brian Panowich, NOTHING BUT THE BONES
