What if a whole goddamned building was to just up and sink? What about two or three buildings? What about a whole block? Harrogate was waving his bottle about. Goddamn, he said. What if the whole fuck...
What discordant vespers do the tinker's goods chime through the long twilight and over the brindled forest road, him stooped and hounded through the windy recrements of day like those old exiles who d...
What deity in the realms of dementia, what rabid god decocted out of the smoking lobes of hydrophobia could have devised a keeping place for souls so poor as is this flesh. This mawky worm-bent tabern...
What business is it of yours where I'm from, friendo?
We're like the Comanches was two hundred years ago. We don't know what's goin to show up here come daylight. We don't even know what color they'll be.
We wouldnt ever eat anybody, would we?No. Of course not.Even if we were starving?We're starving now.You said we werent.I said we werent dying. I didnt say we werent starving.But we wouldnt.No. We woul...
We used to talk about death, she said. We don’t anymore. Why is that?I don’t know.It’s because it’s here. There’s nothing left to talk about.I wouldn’t leave you.I don’t care. It’s meaningless. You ca...
War is the ultimate game because war is at last a forcing of the unity of existence. War is God.
Vive in silenzio il Dio che ha purgato questa terra con sale e cenere.
Una negrura como para que dolieran los oídos de escucha
Todo va a ir bien, ¿verdad, papá?Sí. Todo irá bien.Y no nos va a pasar nada malo.Desde luego que no.Porque nosotros llevamos el fuego.Así es. Porque llevamos el fuego.
Tilting back in his chair he framed questions for the quaking ovoid of lamplight on the ceiling to pose to him: Supposing there be any soul to listen and you died tonight? They’d listen to my death. N...
This is a dog. He is dead too. This
Things will be better when everybody's gone.They will?Sure they will.Better for who?Everybody.
Things happen to you they happen. They dont ask first. They dont require your permission.
They were all day among the dunes and in the evening coming down from the last low sandhills to the plain below among catclaw and crucifixion thorn they were a parched and haggard lot man and beast. H...
They watched storms out there so distant they could not be heard,
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 struggled forever in the roads cold coagulate.
They stood on the far shore of a river and called to him. Tattered gods slouching in their rags across the waste. Trekking the dried floor of a mineral sea where it lay cracked and broken like a falle...