“My home is a red desert that trembles with spirits and bones.There are two reasons I came here: my father's death, and the lion man who prowled my dreams. Perhaps it was coincidence, but a man--half wild, ravenous beyond words--slid from the dream world into the mud of the waking one the same year my father left this world for another.Ghosts. Paw prints. I have tried to stay put.”
“I saw my father as a man, and not, as a man who was my father.”
“For a moment they still lived and I experienced their deaths as a fresh loss with each waking, so that I was unsure whether I was a man waking from a dream of death or a dreamer entering a world of loss, a man dreaming of unhappiness or a man waking to grief.”
“I came to understand that my father was a careful man. To be careful with people and with words was a rare and beautiful thing.”
“A dream you once were,A dream of all my realities,A dream I can no long strive forIn the wake of my manly betayals”
“The truth is: while it may have been rough getting here, I’ve awakened to a dream. The most incredible man in the world came into my life and gave it back to me.”