He is dancing, dancing. He says he'll never die.
Gray vines coiled leftward in this northern hemisphere, what winds them shapes the dogwhelk's shell.
Gray vines coiled leftward in this northern hemisphere, what winds them shapes the dogwhelk's shell. Weeds sprouted from cinder and brick.
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.
Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die.
A dead man's dog ain't got a name.
You know we talked about where people go when they die. I just believe you go someplace and I seen her layin there and I thought maybe she wouldn't go to heaven because, you know, I thought she wouldn...
When God made man the devil was at his elbow. A creature that can do anything. Make a machine. And a machine to make the machine. And evil that can run itself a thousand years, no need to tend it.
He was gibbering hysterically and when he saw the kid standing there looking down at him he held out to him his bloodied hands as if in accusation and then clapped them to his ears and cried out what...
You never know when you'll be in need of them you've despised,
You have my whole heart. You always did. You're the best guy. You always were.
What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not.
There was nothing along the road save the country it traversed and there was nothing in the country at all.
The father dead has euchered the son out of his patrimony. For it is the death of the father to which the son is entitled and to which he is heir, more so than his goods. He will not hear of the small...
That god lives in silence who has scoured the following land with salt and ash.
Son, not everbody thinks that life on a cattle ranch in west Texas is the second best thing to dyin and goin to heaven.
Sometimes you have a little problem and you dont fix it and then all of a sudden it aint a littleproblem anymore.
She said that her grandmother was skeptical of many things in this world and of none more than men. She said that in every trade save war men of talent and vigor prosper. In war they die. Her grandmot...
Qual es lo peor: Que soy pobre o que soy americano?
On Gay Street the traffic lights are stilled. The trolleyrails gleam in their beds and a late car passes with a long slish of tires. In the long arcade of the bus station footfalls come back like laug...