Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.
Words pale and lose their savor while pain is always new.
Wolves cull themselves, man. What other creature could? And is the race of man not more predacious yet?
Will you hide me? Hide you? Yes. The kid spat. You caint hide. Where you goin to hide at? Will he come back? I dont know. This is a terrible place to die in. Where’s a good one?
When we're all gone at last then there'll be nobody here but death and his days will be numbered too. He'll be out in the road there with nothing to do and nobody to do it to. He'll say: where did eve...
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...
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're carrying the fire.
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...
War is the ultimate game because war is at last a forcing of the unity of existence. War is God.
Vous ne me laisserez pas plaider ma cause.Je connais votre cause. Votre cause c'est qu'il s'est passé certaines choses sur lesquelles vous n'avez aucun pouvoir.C'est vrai.Je suis certaine que c'est vr...
Una negrura como para que dolieran los oídos de escucha
Tu credi che quando ti svegli la mattina quello che è successo ieri non conta. Invece è l'unica cosa che conta. La tua vita è fatta dei giorni che hai vissuto. Non c'è altro. Magari pensi di poter sca...
This is what Great Art does. It becomes more real than the real, more true than the truth.
Things will be better when everybody's gone.They will?Sure they will.Better for who?Everybody.
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 sat on a bench and Sproule held his wounded arm to his chest and rocked back and forth and blinked in the sun. What do you want to do? said the kid.Get a drink of water.Other than that.I dont kno...
There were times when he sat watching the boy sleep that he would begin to sob uncontrollably but it wasn't about death. He wasn't sure what it was about but he thought it was about beauty or goodness...
Then he just knelt in the ashes. He raised his face to the paling day. Are you there? he whispered. Will I see you at the last? Have you a neck by which to throttle you? Have you a heart? Damn you ete...
The subject was war. The good book says that he that lives by the sword shall perish by the sword, said the black. The judge smiled, his face shining with grease. What right man would have it any othe...