Will Walker
Will Walker
William Walker may refer to:...
decay sometimes certain
Sometimes death is proof of life. Sometimes decay points out a certain verve.
father storm eras
I kept quiet, but the knowledge gathered like a storm. I could see the future: My father wasn't coming back. And this one fact seemed to point to other facts and others still: Love frays and humans fail, time passes, eras end.
closets dangerous happened
Nothing has happened to me out of the closet that was anywhere near as dangerous as being closeted.
possibility
To become aware of the possibility of the search is to be onto something.
fighting men victory
In this world goodness is destined to be defeated. But a man must go down fighting. That is the victory. To do anything less is to be less than a man.
beer despair drink
I like to eat crawfish and drink beer. That's despair?
fiction knows
Fiction doesn’t tell us something we don’t know, it tells us something we know but don’t know that we know.
people hatred friendly
Hatred strikes me as one of the few signs of life remaining in the world. This is another thing about the world which is upsidedown: all the friendly and likable people seem dead to me; only the haters seem alive.
wander diversion
Before, I wandered as a diversion. Now I wander seriously and sit and read as a diversion.
people united-states balls
Free people have a serious problem with place, being in a place, using up a place, deciding which new place to rotate to. Americans ricochet around the United States like billiard balls.
self peculiar cosmos
One of the peculiar ironies of being a human self in the Cosmos: A stranger approaching you in the street will in a second's glance see you whole, size you up, place you in a way in which you cannot and never will, even though you have spent a lifetime with yourself, live in the Century of the Self, and therefore ought to know yourself best of all.
hymns waiting catholic
Jews wait for the Lord, Protestants sing hymns to him, Catholics say mass and eat him.
cake alcohol pieces
Bourbon does for me what the piece of cake did for Proust.
uncles writing wind
I don't like to be described as a Southern writer. The danger is, if you're described as a Southern writer, you might be thought of as someone who writes about a picturesque local scene like Uncle Tom's Cabin, Gone With the Wind, something like that.