6 Quotes by Daniel Barnett

He was a bridge, like the rest of us were bridges, like Honaw was a great big bridge, on one side life and on the other death and beneath it the troll who wouldn’t let anybody pass.

I remember my wheels bouncing on the asphalt and red earth gushing down the mountainside and lightning setting off thunderworks in the sky, everything loud, everything bright, Fourth of July in a bottomless Fall.

I think we all have that place where we feel closest to ourselves, where the mind slides into perfect orbit around the heart.

I think we all have that place where we feel closest to ourselves, where the mind slides into perfect orbit around the heart. Mine used to be on the football field, running the ball or running down the guy with the ball. Now it’s the road, that place between here and there.

Sometimes a person can have a lot of good things but not the right thing, or at least not enough of it. Sometimes passion is like falling in love alone.

Unconsciousness is a teleporter. When the low-rider struck me on that winding road outside of Honaw and sent me flipping up into the air like a coin, heads over tails over heads over tails, I landed on a cotton-white mattress under starched-white sheets, my aunt asleep in a nearby chair.