My books are inert as cordwood till a readers imagination ignites one and an old flame jumps to life.
David James DuncanIs the work of sun worshippers to honor those who think they can see the sun? Or to worship the sun?
David James DuncanThen in October, Indian Summer, the air turned so soft, the sunlight so fragile, and each day's loveliness so poignantly doomed that even self-ignorance and restlessness felt like profound states of being, and he just wandered the empty beaches and misty headlands in a state of serene confusion and awe.
David James Duncan