You either stick or you quit. And I wouldnt quit you I dont care what you done.
You aint ready for that.
Whoo, he said when he saw them. I’m drunkern shit. They sat their horses and looked down at him. Can you ride or not? said Rawlins. Does a bear shit in the woods? Hell yes I can ride. I was ridin when...
Who is it? said the boy.I dont know. Who is anybody?
Who builds in stone seeks to alter the structure of the universe.
When you die it's the same as if everybody else did too.
When I was in school I studied biology. I learned that in making their experiments scientists will take some group - bacteria, mice, people - and subject that group to certain conditions. They compare...
Whatever exists, he said. Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.He looked about at the dark forest in which they were bivouacked. He nodded toward the specimens he...
What do you believe?I believe that the last and the first suffer equally. Pari passu.Equally?It is not alone in the dark of death that all souls are one soul.Of what would you repent?Nothing.Nothing?O...
We none of us knew him to speak [Dutch]. Asked him where he'd learned it you know what he said?What did he say.Said off a Dutchman.
Vous ne me laisserez pas plaider ma cause.Je connais votre cause. Votre cause c'est qu'il s'est passé certaines choses sur lesquelles vous n'avez aucun pouvoir.C'est vrai.Je suis certaine que c'est vr...
Tu credi che quando ti svegli la mattina quello che è successo ieri non conta. Invece è l'unica cosa che conta. La tua vita è fatta dei giorni che hai vissuto. Non c'è altro. Magari pensi di poter sca...
Truth has no temperature.
Toward early morning he woke, sat up quickly and looked about him. It was still dark and the fire had long since died, still dark and quiet with that silence that seems to be of itself listening, an a...
Todo está bien?
To watch these things issuing from the otherwise mute pastoral morning is a man at the barn door. He is small, unclean, unshaven. He moves in the dry chaff among the dust and slats of sunlight with a...
This is what Great Art does. It becomes more real than the real, more true than the truth.
This is the nature of war, whose stake is at once the game and the authority and the justification. Seen so, war is the truest form of divination. It is the testing of one's will and the will of anoth...
Things separate from their stories have no meaning. They are only shapes.
They's lots of work in this world that aint never paid for. But the accounts gets balanced anyway. In the long run. A man that contracts for work and then dont pay for it, the world will reckon with h...