But nothing is crueler than a coward, and the slaughter to come is probably beyond our imagining.
Black: The point is, Professor, that I aint got the first notion in the world about what makes God tick. I don't know why he spoke to me. I wouldnt of.White: But you listened.Black: Well what choice w...
Black: I see a different truth. Settin right across the table from me.
Beware, gentle knight. There is no greater monster than reason.
Bears that dance, bears that don't.
Az írás azt mondja hogy aki kardot fog kard által vész el – mondta a fekete. A bíró mosolygott s ábrázata fénylett a zsírtól. Van-e épeszű ember aki másképpen akarná? kérdezte. Az írás szerint tényleg...
And maybe no better. There is no government in Mexico. Hell, there's no God in Mexico. Never will be. We are dealing with a people manifestly incapable of governing themselves. And do you know what ha...
Almighty God, if it aint too far out of the way of things in your eternal plan do you reckon we could have a little rain down here.
A dead man's dog ain't got a name.
They rode at once jaunty and circumspect, like thieves newly loosed in that dark electric, like young thieves in a glowing orchard, loosely jacketed against the cold and ten thousand worlds for the ch...
Nessuna creatura può imparare ciò che il suo cuore non è predisposto ad imparare
—Ten presente que las cosas que te metes en la cabeza están ahí para siempre. Quizá deberías pensar en eso.—Algunas cosas las olvidas, ¿no?—Sí. Olvidas lo que quieres recordar y recuerdas lo que quier...
Él le cogió la mano y cruzaron la calle hasta el hotel. Intentó leerle el corazón en el apretón de su mano, pero no adivinó nada.
Y en la democracia óptica de tales paisajes toda preferencia se vuelve caprichosa y hombre y roca terminan por asumir parentescos insospechados.
The bleak and shrouded earth went trundling past the sun and returned again as trackless and as unremarked as the path of any nameless sisterworld in the ancient dark beyond.
Los sueños correctos para un hombre en peligro eran sueños de peligro y que lo demás era sólo la llamada de la languidez y de la muerte.
He..said..in the oratory to which he was prone that they had witnessed a thing against which time would not prevail. He meant a thing to be remembered, but the young apostate by the rail at his elbow...
Each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party game. Say the word and pass it on. So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not.
And the filthy hides of which they’d divested themselves smoked and stank and blackened in the flames and the red sparks rose like the souls of the small life they’d harbored.
And bottles and they left