“It's a sad thing to see, because as far as I know, this man Gavo had done nothing to deserve being shot in the back of the head at his own funeral. Twice.” WrongFuneralShot Book:The Tiger's Wife Source: The Tiger's Wife
“...fear and pain are immediate, and that, when they're gone, we're left with the concept, but not the true memory--why else...would anyone give birth more than once?” FearBirthMemory Book:The Tiger's Wife Source: The Tiger's Wife
“The forty days of the soul begin on the morning after death.” GriefMourning40 Days Book:The Tiger's Wife Source: The Tiger's Wife
“Eventually, my grandfather said: - You must understand, this is one of those moments. - What moments? - One of those moments you keep to yourself. …The story of this war… that belongs to everyone… But something like this— this is yours. It belongs only to you. And me. Only to us.” MomentsTimeAppreciationInstanceBeautiful MomentsMeaningful MomentsBeauty In Time Book:The Tiger's Wife Source: The Tiger's Wife
“Whoever had thought to instate a watering hole in this spot could not have been a woman. It was impossible to linger here without feeling observed. The goblin barrens rose up on either side of the path ahead; bulbous gnomons; knotted terraces; wedge-headed hoodoos, each a narrows into some otherworld. Eastern dudes were known to pay good money to be brought through here and stand around in their frills, trying to guess where, in this maze of stone, some outlaw or another had laired in the old days... --------------------- All of her boys had augured themselves in this valley. Rob -- her son through and through, bullheaded and quick-tempered, beloved abroad and withdrawn at home -- was a wild and unheeding child of the silver camps. In the eerie, misshapen stones of this valley, he had recognized what he most loved of the world. Today, this rock might resemble the Green River railhead; tomorrow, a buffalo -- shapes he had pursued through dime novels... --------------------- Where Rob saw abstractions of the world, Dolan saw facts, the plain passionless truth of things: stone carved by water and wind, and nothing more. He dismantled Rob's visions accordingly; of a geographic depression resembling a woman's skirts, he had once said, "That's just a bajada, you idiot -- can't you see?... --------------------- And then there was Toby, of course -- a man apart. Where the goblins were concerned, he went in for the old prospectors' stories: the stones were maidens, usually, endungeoned or cursed with immobility, awaiting some providential intercession... This one makes me sad Mama, he'd once said of a caravan of knotty lumps. Why lamb? It's a lost remuda, and they're trying to get home. And they never will. It makes me sad.” Hoodoos Book:Inland Source: Inland
“There are wounds of time and there are wounds of person, Misafir. Sometimes people come through their wounds, but time does not. Sometimes it's the other way around. Sometimes the wounds are so grievous, there's no coming through them at all.” TimeHurtWoundsInjury Book:Inland Source: Inland