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.
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 would you do if I died?If you died I would want to die too.So you could be with me?Yes. So I could be with you.Okay.
What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.
What do you think death is, man? Of whom do we speak when we speak of a man who was and is not? Are these blind riddles or are they not some part of every man's jurisdiction? What is death if not an a...
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...
Vuestro máximo deseo es que os cuente algún misterio. El misterio es que no hay ningún misterio.
Vive in silenzio il Dio che ha purgato questa terra con sale e cenere.
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...
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 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...
They went on in the perfect blackness, sightless as the blind.
They walked on into the dark and they slept like dogs in the sand and had been sleeping so when something black flapped up out of the night ground and perched on Sproule's chest. Fine fingerbones stay...
They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching the end of a journey.
They aint got no medication for pilgrims waitin to take the Sunset?
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 aint no virtue in quittin what you aint able any longer to do in the first place.