4 Quotes by Jarrett McCall

Father Sams, a mirthful shaman, looked at a nighted photograph of actress Lar Park Lincoln beneath his glass of bourbon con hielo.

Ishmael had the posture of a classic general; the intellect of a cab driver.

The distant women bowed themselves; Nordic women who lived with their eyes looking at servants, as they were waiting; glaring in an intense white aspect, because they were athletic; because they had haircuts.

Cornelia had been living, for the past four years, with a hoist.