Quotes by Jacob Green

“They were turning now, panning past the Sandias, the black-green crags and rocky faces, the ribbon of road leading to the white crest. Amina looked down on Albuquerque, the light bouncing off the sprawling tile of houses and pools, the cars running along the highways like busy insects. She imagined all of it gone, undone, erased back to 1968, when the city was nothing but eighty miles of hope huddling in a desert storm. She imagined Kamala on the tarmac, walking toward a life in the desert, her body pulled forward by faith and dirty wind.””

“No veils, no aliases. No duty, no blame. These green woods are without thought, nameless are its denizens. They lead into a waking dream. A dream with nothing to dream. Nothing to conjure nor relate. No effort to pursue nor resist. To sleep among root and rock… Why harbour identity where there is none? What good governs here where you are nothing? Your recitals without audience, your words without paper. The clanless hermit conceives of his own visage twisted in the shady stream. He carves not hideous figures and faces from the kindling but burns it. He dances not with a head of sprig to impress the elves. A sage must emulate nature from which morality is neutered. Ethics are chaste fodder for undying pyres. That ongoing tumult beyond the forest’s edge shall be yours to lick up and knock over again and again if you so choose… Mankind invents and implies. The crowd accepts or denies. People are always begging pity or scorn from your kind.””