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...
They pulled the wet saddles off the horses and hobbled them and walked off in separate directions through the chaparral to stand spraddle legged clutching their knees and vomiting. The browsing horses...
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...
There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road thereto, said the Mennonite.
The world has no name, he said. The names of the cerros and the sierras and the deserts exist only on maps. We name them that we do not lose our way. Yet it was because the way was lost to us already...
The task of the narrator is not an easy one, he said. He appears to be required to choose his tale from among the many that are possible. But of course that is not the case. The case is rather to make...
The snow whispered down in the stillness and the sparks rose and dimmed and died in the eternal blackness.
The sheriff shook his head. Dope, he said. Dope.They sell that shit to school kids.It's worse than that.How's that?School kids buy it.
The shape of the city stood in the grayness like a charcoal drawing sketched across the waste.
The reverend waited for her to be seated and then he bowed his head and blessed the food and the table and the people sitting at it. He went on at some length and blessed everything all the way up to...
The man could hear him playing. A formless music for the age to come. Or perhaps the last music on earth called up from out of the ashes of its ruin.
The judge like a great ponderous djinn stepped through the fire and the flames delivered him up as if he were in some way native to their element.
The events of the world can have no separate life from the world. And yet the world itself can have no temporal view of things. It can have no cause to favor certain enterprises over others. The passi...
The earth fell away on every side equally in its arcature and by these limits were they circumscribed and of them were they locus.
Ricordò Alejandra e la prima volta che aveva visto le sue spalle curve per la tristezza, una tristezza che aveva creduto di capire ma di cui non aveva capito nulla, e si sentì solo come non gli era pi...
Rezo a Dios por este país. En serio. Rezo. No voy a la iglesia. ¿Para qué hablar con esos muñecos? Yo hablo aquí.
Quan els teus somnis siguin d’un món que no existirà mai i et tornis a sentir feliç, serà que t’has rendit.
Pomisli da možda u istoriji sveta čak i ima više kazni nego zločina, ali ne bi mu to uteha.
Old woods and deep. At one time in the world there were woods that no one owned and these were like them.
Notions of chance and fate are the preoccupation of men engaged in rash undertakings. The trail of the argonauts terminated in ashes as told and in the covergence of such vectors in such a waste where...