In those first years the roads were peopled with refugees shrouded up in their clothing. Wearing masks and goggles, sitting in their rags by the side of the road like ruined aviators. Their barrows he...
Imi aduc aminte cind s-a pensionat tata si mama i-a spus: Am zis ca la bine si la rau, dar n-am zis nimic despre prinz.
If you break little promises you’ll break big ones. That’s what you said.
If I'm not here you can still talk to me. You can talk to me and I'll talk to you. You'll see.
IN THE SPRING OR WARMER weather when the snow thaws in the woods the tracks of winter reappear on slender pedestals and the snow reveals in palimpsest old buried wanderings, struggles, scenes of death...
I'm glad to hear you say that, Professor. Cause I aint sure either. I just get more amazed by the minute, that's all. How come you cant see yourself, honey? You plain as glass. I can see the wheels tu...
I think it is better to make a study of smaller things. Then the larger will follow. In smaller things one can progress. There one's efforts are repaid.
I tell you this. As war becomes dishonored and its nobility called into question those honorable men who recognize the sanctity of blood will become excluded from the dance, which is the warrior's rig...
I despise the wintertime. I never did see what was the use in there even bein one.
I agreed with him that there wasnt a whole lot good you could say about old age and he said he knew one thing and I said what is that. And he said it dont last long. I waited for him to smile but he d...
How much was gone already? The sacred idiom shorn of its referents and so of its reality. Drawing down like something trying to preserve heat. In time to wink out forever.
His whole life was sitting there in front of him. Day after day from dawn till dark until he was dead. All of it cooked down into forty pounds of paper in a satchel. He
His origins are become remote as is his destiny and not again in all the world’s turnings will there be terrains so wild and barbarous to try whether the stuff of creation may be shaped to man’s will...
He'd watched a falcon fall down the long blue wall of the mountain and break with the keel of its breastbone the midmost from a flight of cranes and take it to the river below all gangly and wrecked a...
He'd half meant to speak but those eyes had altered the world forever in the space of a heartbeat.
He thought each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins.
He slept and in his sleep he saw his friends again and they were coming downriver on muddy floodwaters, Hoghead and the City Mouse and J-Bone and Bearhunter and Bucket and Boneyard and J D Davis and E...
He said there was nothin to set a man’s mind at ease like wakin up in the morning and not havin to decide who you were.
He said the right dreams for a man in peril were dreams of peril and all else was the call of languor and death
He said that whether a man's life was writ in a book someplace or whether it took its form day by day was one and the same for it had but one reality and that was the living of it.