I just meant maybe you could set here and drink one of em with me.He squinted at her. You ever notice how women have trouble takin no for a answer? I think itstarts about age three.What about men?They...
I aint God.
He tried to read her heart in her handclasp but he knew nothing.
He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He though the world's heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world's pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equit...
For this world also which seems to us a thing of stone and flower and blood is not a thing at all but a tale. And all in it is a tale and each tale the sum of all lesser tales and yet these are the se...
Ever step you take is forever. You cant make it go away. None of it. You understand what I'm sayin?
At one time in the world there were woods that no one owned
Beneath a deep
When the owner of the pig arrived he found a scrawny and bloodcovered white boychild standing on what was left of his property sawing at it with a knife and hauling on the skin and cursing. The dirty...
They sat in the little diningroom and ate. She'd put on music, a violin concerto. The phone didnt ring.Did you take it off the hook?No, she said.Wires must be down.She smiled. I think it's just the sn...
She raised her eyes and looked at him. He’d never seen despair before. He thought he had, but he had not.
People will tell you it was Vietnam brought this country to its knees. But I never believed that. It was already in bad shape. Vietnam was just the icin on the cake. We didn't have nothin to give to e...
Om man bryter små löften kommer man att bryta stora också.
Now driving in a wild frieze of headlong horses with eyes walled and teeth cropped and naked riders with clusters of arrows clenched in their jaws and their shields winking in the dust and pu the far...
Men are born for games. Nothing else. Every child knows that play is nobler than work. He
Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that. You forget some things, dont you? Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you...
If we do not know ourselves in the waking world, what chance in dreams?
I aint drinkin after no mule, said the hermit. Have you not got no old bucket nor nothin?
His feet went banging down some stairs. He closed his eyes. They went through cinders and dirt, his heels gathering small windrows of trash. A dim world receded above his upturned toes, shapes of skew...
He said that journeys involving the company of the dead were notorious for their difficulty but that in truth every journey was so accompanied.