6 Quotes by Parke Godwin

The soft, fluttering cry of a barn owl rose over the churchyard. Silent men flowed out of the dark.

...hear the language, this English, double-jointed as Bedivere's limbs. It only sounds awkward. In its ability to join one concept to another as with pegs, its dependent clauses, figures of speech and cadenced alliteration, a man can say one thing five ways and yet imply a sixth; can change meaning with an inflection, a pause or a deliberate misuse of a word, can mock, scorn and flay an opponent without uttering one overt insult.

And youth, though they see every day the cradle and grave shaped so alike, never believe death will happen to them. I told you it was a comedy.

Where do the strong go to be weak?

Between blow and pain, there is that instant of numbness, an unreal moment...

Religion is what you sing on Sunday. Your true faith is what you want all week.