God speaks in the least of creatures.
Esquecemo-nos de algumas coisas, não é?Sim. Esquecemo-nos do que queríamos recordar e recordamos o que queríamos esquecer.
Em que é que o que nunca existirá difere do que nunca existiu?
Each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins.
But the old woman said that some have no choice. She said that for the poor any choice was a gift with two faces.
Best way to live in California is to be from somewheres else. Probably the best way is to be from Mars.
As pessoas estavam sempre a preparar-se para o futuro. Eu não acreditava nisso. O futuro não se estava a preparar para elas. O futuro nem sabia que elas existiam.
Anyway, you never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.
And perhaps beyond those shrouded swells another man did walk with another child on the dead gray sands. Slept but a sea apart on another beach among the bitter ashes of the world or stood in their ra...
God) He speaks in stones and trees, the bones of things.
I think the notion that the species can be improved in some way, that everyone could live in harmony, is a really dangerous idea. Those who are afflicted with this notion are the first ones to give up...
Хората все се готвеха за утрешния ден. Аз не вярвах в това. Утрешният ден не се готвеше за тях. Той дори не знаеше, че те са там.
Windrows
While one would like to say that God will punish those who do such things and that people often speak in just this way it was his experience that God could not be spoken for and that men with wicked h...
You have to carry the fire.I don't know how to.Yes, you do.Is the fire real? The fire?Yes it is.Where is it? I don't know where it is.Yes you do. It's inside you. It always was there. I can see it.
With the final onset of dark the iron cold locked down and the boy by now was shuddering violently. No moon rose beyond the murk and there was nowhere to go.
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...
Whoever would seek out his history through what unraveling of loins and ledgerbooks must stand at last darkened and dumb at the shore of a void without terminus or origin and whatever science he might...
Who builds in stone seeks to alter the structure of the universe.
Where do we go when we die? he said. - I don’t know, the man said. Where are we now?