Troy Barnes Quotes

There is only a black fence and a wide field and a barn of Wyeth red. The smell of anger chokes the air. Ravens of September rain descend. Some say a mad mad hermit man lived here talking to himself and the woodchuck. But he's gone. No reason. No sense. He just wandered off one day, past the onions, past the fence. Forget the letters. Forget love. Troy is nothing more than a black finger of charcoal frozen in lake ice. And near where the owl watches and the old bear dreams, the parapet of memory burns to the ground taking heaven with it.

First time I got punched in the face, I was like, 'Oh no!' but then I was like, 'This is a story.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO MY WHOLE BRAIN IS CRYING!

I dressed up like a crazy pharaoh for you, man!