I yearn for the darkness. I pray for death. Real death. If I thought that in death I would meet the people I've known in life I don't know what I'd do. That would be the ultimate horror. The ultimate...
I think the truth is always simple. It has pretty much got to be. It needs to be simple enough for a child to understand. Otherwise it'd be too late. By the time you figured it out it would be too lat...
I know your kind, he said. What's wrong with you is wrong all the way through you.
I had this dream.What dream.I had it twice.Well what was it.There was this big fire out on the dry lake.There aint nothin to burn on a dry lake.I know it.What happened.These people were burnin. The la...
I got no use for a man piss backwards on his friends.
I don't see you holdin no aces.
I busted him and he busted me. That's fair ain't it?No, I ain't forgettin about jail. You think because he arrested me that thows it off again I reckon? I don't. It's his job. It's what he gets paid f...
I always thought when I got older that God would sort of come into my life in some way. He didn't.
I always thought when I got older that God would sort of come into my life in some way. He didn't. I don't blame him. If I was him I'd have the same opinion about me that he does.
I ain't got an original thought in my head. If it ain't got the scent of divinity to it, I ain't interested in it
He'd stop and lean on the cart and the boy would go on and then stop and look back and he would raise his weeping eyes and see him standing there in the road looking back at him from some unimaginable...
He was dressed in odd and garish fashion and his clothes were embroidered with signs that had about them the geometric look of instructions, perhaps a game. He wore jewelry of jade and silver and his...
He said that like every man who comes to the end of something there was nothing to be done but to begin again. No puedo recordar el mundo de luz, he said. Hace muchos años. Ese mundo es un mundo fragi...
He mistrusted all of that. He said the right dreams for a man in peril were dreams of peril and all else was the call of languor and of death. He slept little and he slept poorly. He dreamt of walking...
He lay in the dark thinking of all the things he did not know about his father and he realized that the father he knew was all the father he would ever know.
He kicked holes in the sand for the boy's hips and shoulders where he would sleep and he sat holding him while he tousled his hair before the fire to dry it. All of this like some ancient anointing. S...
He had a tattoo of a bird on his neck done by someone with an ill-formed notion of their appearance.
He got up and walked out to the road. 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...
He didn't say a lot so I tend to remember what he did say. And I don't remember that he had a lot of patience with havin to say things twice so I learned to listen the first time.
For things at a common destination there is a common path. Not always easy to see. But there.