One pounding coffeebeans in a buckskin with a rock while the others stared into the fire with eyes as black as gunbores.
You might change your mind about what you hate to leave, he said.
Where do we go when we die? he said. - I don’t know, the man said. Where are we now?
When your dreams are of some world that never was or of some world that never will be and you are happy again then you will have given up.
When I came into your life your life was over. It had a beginning, a middle, and an end. This is the end.
This is my child, he said. I wash a dead man’s brains out of his hair. That is my job. Then he wrapped him in the blanket and carried him to the fire.
They were Diegueños. They were armed with short bows and they drew about the travelers and knelt and gave them water out of a gourd. They’d seen such pilgrims before and with sufferings more terrible....
They said that it was no accident of circumstance that a man be born in a certain country and not some other and they said that the weathers and seasons that form a land form also the inner fortunes o...
They rode on and the sun in the east flushed pale streaks of light and then a deeper run of color like blood seeping up in sudden reaches flaring planewise and where the earth drained up into the sky...
There's two kinds of people that dont ask a lot of questions. One is too dumb to and the other dont need to.
There seemed insufficient substance to him to be the object of men’s wrath. There seemed nothing about him sufficient to fuel any enterprise at all.
There aint no virtue in quittin what you aint able any longer to do in the first place.
The wrath of God lies sleeping. It was hid a million years before men were and only men have the power to wake it. Hell aint half full. Hear me. Ye carry war of a madman’s making onto a foreign land....
The sun was just down and to the west lay reefs of bloodred clouds up out of which rose little desert nighthawks like fugitives from some great fire at the earth's end.
The stories get passed on and the truth gets passed over. As the sayin goes. Which I reckon some would take as meanin that the truth cant compete. but I dont believe that. I think that when the lies a...
The razorous shoulder blades sawing under the pale skin.
The one thing I can tell you is that you wont survive for yourself. I know because I would never have come this far. A person who had no one would be well advised to cobble together some passable ghos...
The old man swung his head back and forth. The way of the transgressor is hard. God made this world but he didn't make it to suit everybody, did he?
The nights now only slightly less black. By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.
The night was cold and clear and the sparks rising from the fire raced hot and red among the stars.