His dreams brightened. The vanished world returned.
He’d bivouacked on the north side of the town
From thinking about your sweet face between my legs.
Dope.They sell that shit to schoolkids.It's worse than that.How's that?Schoolkids buy it.
By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.
Watching the flames twist in the wind.
You keep runnin that mouth and I'm goin to take you back there and screw you.
Things separate from their stories have no meaning.
There ain’t no law in Mexico. It’s just a pack of rogues.
The man who believes that the secrets of the world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him down.
The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void.
In an ideal world the gossip of the idle would be of no consequence. But I have seen the consequences in the real world and they can be very grave indeed.
If you break little promises you’ll break big ones.
If much in the world were mystery the limits of that world were not, for it was without measure or bound and there were contained within it creatures more horrible yet and men of other colors and bein...
If he is not the word of God, then God never spoke.
I think if you were Satan and you were settin around tryin to think up somethin that would just bring the human race to its knees what you would probably come up with is narcotics.
I believe that we are arks of the covenant and our true nature is not rage or deceit or terror or logic or craft or even sorrow. It is longing.
He could not construct for the child's pleasure the world he'd lost without constructing the loss as well and he thought perhaps the child had known this better than he.
Ever’s a long time.
Every day is a lie. But you are dying. That is not a lie.