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...
Hard weather, says the old man. So let it be. Wrap me in the weathers of the earth, I will be hard and hard. My face will wash rain like the stones.
Every moment in your life is a turning and every one a choosing. Somewhere you made a choice. All followed to this. The accounting is scrupulous. The shape is drawn. No line can be erased. I had no be...
Easy to see that naught save sorrow could bring a man to such a view of things. And yet a sorrow for which there can be no help is no sorrow. It is some dark sister traveling in sorrow's clothing. Men...
Crouched in the broken shadow with the sun at his back and holding the trap at eyelevel against the morning sky he looked to be truing some older, some subtler instrument. Astrolabe or sextant. Like a...
Creedless shells of men tottering down the causeways like migrants in a feverland.
Como el primer síntoma de un galucoma frío enpañando al mundo.
Commend him gently, whom the wrath he suckled at his heart has wasted more than years.
Boyd aint goin nowhere. If I am he is. Boyd’s a juvenile. They aint goin to turn him over to you. Hell. You’re a juvenile yourself. I aint askin.
Books lie, he said. God dont lie. No, said the judge. He does not. And these are his words.
Black boots, said Rawlins. Aint that the shits? I always wanted to be a badman.
Betty, he said. Yes.
Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.
Because he knows what perhaps you do not. That the past cannot be mended.
At our noblest we announce to the darkness that we will not be diminished by the brevity of our lives.
Are you no afraid of God? I got no reason to be afraid of God. I’ve even got a bone or two to pick with Him. You
Any time you quit hearin Sir and Mam the end is pretty much in sight.
And in the dream I knew that he was goin on ahead and that he was fixin to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. An...
And if the dried and blackened shell of him is found among the sands by travelers to come yet who can discover the engine of his ruin?
And I have to say that the only thing I can think is that there was some sort of promise in his heart. And I dont have no intentions of carvin a stone water trough. But I would like to be able to make...