“The clang of hammers is now the near-silent scratch of pen nib, a light twinkle of earphone music. A forklift rattles by somewhere, and we’re done for the day.”
“The Speed Square – When I get it seated on the wood’s edge, when the other leg drops straight down, then everything falls into place…You might call it the stiff upper lip. You might say it bites on the wood. You might feel its edge clench the edge, jaw-like. But it never chews, never consumes, never swallows.”
“Old plywood, have you simply reached a roughshod enlightenment?
"I've been slaughtered, cut, used, reused, screwed, unscrewed, hauled, unloaded, nailed and re-nailed -- and still I live on."