The passing of armies and the passing of sands in the desert are one.
The immappable world of our journey. A pass in the mountains. A bloodstained stone. The marks of steel upon it. Names carved in the corrosible lime among stone fishes and ancient shells. Things dimmed...
The hour. There is no later. This is later. All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one’s heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes.
The hardest lesson in the world:Maybe it's just that when things are gone they're gone. They aint comin back.
The faint light all about, quivering and sourceless, refracted in the rain of drifting soot.
The drought didnt know when the last one was and nobody knew when the next one was coming.
The boy was sitting quietly on the bunk, still wrapped in the blanket, watching. The man thought he had probably not fully committed himself to any of this. You could wake in the dark wet woods at any...
The black shape of it running from dark to dark. Then a distant low rumble. Not thunder. You could feel it under your feet. A sound without cognate and so without description. Something imponderable s...
The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void. Carried forth and scattered and carried forth again.
That’s so, said the judge. They do not have to have a reason. But order is not set aside because of their indifference.
That all courage was a form of constancy. That it was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals came easily.
Ten thousand dreams ensepulchred within their crozzled hearts.
Suttree ducked the yardlong coil of dead flies that hung from the ceiling and came to the counter with his purchases.
Sparse on the mesa the dry weeds lashed in the wind like the earth’s long echo of lance and spear in old encounters forever unrecorded.
So what is the way of raising a child? At a young age, said the judge, they should be put in a pit with wild dogs. They should be set to puzzle out from their proper clues the one of three doors that...
She went to the window and looked out. The ground fell away to a branch where willows burned lime green in the sunset. Dark little birds kept crossing the fields to the west like heralds of some comin...
She carried a scabbedover wound on her hip where her mate had bitten her two weeks before somewhere in the mountains of Sonora. He’d bitten her because she would not leave him. Standing with one foref...
See him. You could say that he's sustained by his fellow men, like you. Has peopled the shore with them calling to him. A race that gives suck to the maimed & the crazed, that wants their wrong blood...
Quando sognerai di un mondo che non è mai esistito o di uno che non esisterà mai e in cui sei di nuovo felice, vorrà dire che ti sei arreso. Capisci? E tu non ti puoi arrendere. Io non te lo permetter...
People don't pay attention. And then one day there's an accounting. And after that, nothing is the same.