They rode for days through the rain and they rode through rain and hail and rain again. In that gray storm light they crossed a flooded plain with the footed shapes of the horses reflected in the wate...
This place aint the same. It never will be. Maybe we've all got a little crazy. I guess if everbody went crazy together nobody would notice, what do you think?
They filed out in descending order by altitudes, the father first, out through the sunlit doors in a sextet of calico isotropes and into the street, the elder smiling, along through the crowds and dow...
He said that men believe the blood of the slain to be of no consequence but that the wolf knows better. He said that the wolf is a being of great order and that it knows what men do not: that there is...
Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that.
In the grueling light that passed for day...
They stood among their horses in the squalid little alameda while the wind ransacked the trees and the birds nesting in the gray twilight cried out and clutched the limbs and the snow swirled and blew...
How would you know if you were the last man on Earth? He said.I don't guess you would know it. You'd just be it.
Like most men skilled at their work they were scornful of any least suggestion of knowing anything not learned at first hand.
The shape of the city stood in the grayness like a charcoal drawing sketched across the waste.
That god lives in silence who has scoured the following land with salt and ash.
The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medi...
Men speak of blind destiny, a thing without scheme or purpose. But what sort of destiny is that? Each act in this world from which there can be no turning back has before it another, and it another ye...
Every man's death is standing in for every other. And since death comes to all there is no way to abate the fear of it except to love the man who stands for us.
Ten thousand dreams ensepulchered within their crozzled hearts.
He woke before dawn and watched the gray day break. Slow and half opaque. He rose while the boy slept and pulled on his shoes and wrapped in his blanket he walked out through the trees. He descended i...
It takes very little to govern good people.
Podle jeho názoru by bylo neopatrné se domnívat, že mrtví nemohou nijak ovlivňovat svět, protože mají velkou moc a jejich vliv se nejvíc projevuje na těch, kteří to nejméně tuší. Prohlásil, že lidé ne...
Jabbo and Bungalow came in out of the weather in a bathless reek of cold wool and splo whiskey.
Their arms aloft pulling at their clothes were luminous and each obscure soul was enveloped in audible shapes of light as if it had always been so. The mare at the far end of the stable snorted and sh...
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