What man is such a coward he would not rather fall once than remain forever tottering?
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...
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 was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.
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 the nature of war, whose stake is at once the game and the authority and the justification. Seen so, war is the truest form of divination.
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...
They heard somewhere in that tenantless night a bell that tolled and ceased where no bell was and they rode out on the round dais of the earth which alone was dark and no light to it and which carried...
There's too much shit still down the road that I got to deal with. It aint goin to end here.
There were few nights lying in the dark that he did not envy the dead.
There is no description of a fool that you fail to satisfy.
There are other good guys. You said so. Yes.So where are they? They're hiding. Who are they hiding from? From each other.
Then they set out along the blacktop in the gunmetal light, shuffling through the ash, each the other's world entire.
The world shrinking down about a raw core of parsible entities. The names of things slowly following those things into oblivion. Colors. The names of birds. Things to eat. Finally the names of things...
The wisdom of the journeyman is to work one day at a time and he always said that any job even if it took years was made up out of a day's work. Nothing more. Nothing less. That was hard for me to lea...
The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn't know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren't.
The sand where he sat was warm to the touch but the night beyond the fire was sharp with the cold. He got up and dragged fresh wood in under the bridge. He stood listening. The boy didnt stir. He sat...
The rain had ripened all the country around and the roadside grass was luminous and green from the run-off and flowers were in bloom across the open country. He slept that night in a field far from an...