Dad, there's smoke coming out of the can and coming out of your mouth, too. How do you do that, daddy? - Annie Proulx

As he cut, the wildness of the world receded, the vast invisible web of filaments that connected human life to animals, trees to flesh and bones to grass shivered as each tree fell and one by one the web strands snapped.

It was not until the next evening that he discovered he had a page from Leviticus stuck to his back.

the old place of the Quoyles, half ruined, isolated, the walls and doors of it pumiced by stony lives of dead generations. The aunt felt a hot pang. Nothing would drive them out a second time.