The cap was gone and the man dropped to his elbows to smell the pipe but the odor of gas was only a rumor, faint and stale.
Somewhere in the world is the most invincible man. Just as somewhere is the most vulnerable.
Soll ich dir eine Geschichte erzählen? Nein.Warum nicht? Der Junge sah ihn an und wandte den Blick ab.Warum nicht? Diese Geschichten sind nicht wahr. Das müssen sie auch nicht sein. Es sind Geschichte...
Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real. The events that cause them can never be forgotten, can they?
Life is a memory, and then it is nothing.
I’ve no sympathy with people to whom things happen. It may be that their luck is bad, but is that to count in their favor? I
It was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals came easily.
In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. Those whom life does not cure death will. The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and reality, even where we will not. Between...
I think by the time you're grown you're as happy as you're goin to be. You'll have good times and bad times, but in the end you'll be about as happy as you was before. Or as unhappy. I've knowed peopl...
I knew that what I was seeking to discover was a thing I'd always known. That all courage was a form of constancy. That it was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betr...
He said if he is not the word of God God never spoke (4)
He never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.
He looked at the boy. You wont shoot, he said. That’s what you think. You aint got but two shells. Maybe just one. And they’ll hear the shot. Yes they will. But you wont. How do you figure that? Becau...
He looked at her. After a while he said: It's not about knowin where you are. It's about thinkin you got there without takin anything with you. Your notions about startin over. Or anybody's. You don't...
Gray vines coiled leftward in this northern hemisphere, what winds them shapes the dogwhelk's shell. Weeds sprouted from cinder and brick.
Do you think I lie to you?No.But you think I might lie to you about dying.Yes.Okay. I might. But we're not dying.Okay.
Dark of the invisible moon. The night now only slightly less black. By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.
But there are no absolutes in human misery and things can always get worse
All the time you spend tryin to get back what's been took from you there's more goin out the door. After a while you just try and get a tourniquet on it.
Ah, they said. Qué bueno. And after and for a long time to come he'd have reason to evoke the recollection of those smiles and to reflect upon the good will which provoked them for it had power to pro...