27 Quotes by Nathan Walkowicz

I try to capture in words the thought. Why? Because I know how quickly it might leap away. I know how easily it can slip into the brush and disappear.

That night, in the late hours, as the carpenter and I sat on the roof, watching the sunset burn the distant clouds to sleep, I wished that I could turn back the pages of life, to reread the small moments.

Only fools and sages believe in THE GIANT, Lydian. Only fools and sages.

Can you hear that?” she asked.“It’s nice,” I said. “What is it?”“That,” she said, “is the sound of your soul.

I know you’re busy. But, if you ever get the chance to travel, I recommend a visit to Karan. It’s a little village on the coast of Western Africa — delicate trees, clear waters, soft beaches, and tiny hills that bend toward the sky. Really, it’s a fascinating place, especially since they do not have a word for Good or Evil.

Their tastes have been narrowed, not refined, Lydian.

What were the rumors? What did THE GIANT look like? What language did HE speak? What color was HIS skin? Was THE GIANT even a HE? And, of course, was THE GIANT kind or cruel?

Well, Lydian, you see, the greatest things in life don’t have shortcuts.

The forest exploded. A blade of lightning had cut the wilderness in half. Illuminated for an instant, the animals bolted in every direction.