The man's labor that did the work is in the work. You can't make it go away. Even if it's paid for it's still there. If ownership lies in the benefit to a man then the mason owns all the work he does...
The judge watched him. He began to point out various men in the room and to ask if these men were here for a good time or if indeed they knew why they were here at all.Everybody dont have to have a re...
The flames sawed in the wind and the embers paled and deepened and paled and deepened like the bloodbeat of some living thing eviscerate upon the ground before them and they watched the fire which doe...
The faintly lit hatchway lay in the dark of the yard like a grave yawning at judgement day in some old apocalyptic painting.
The breath of God was his yet, though it pass from man to man through all of time.
The blackness he woke to on those nights was sightless and impenetrable. A blackness to hurt your ears with listening.
The arc of circling bodies is determined by the length of their tether, said the judge. Moons,coins,men.
That was in nineteen and thirty-one and if I live to be a hunnerd year old I don't think I'll ever see anything as pretty as that train on fire goin up that mountain and around that bend and then flam...
That night Glanton stared long into the embers of the fire. All about him his men were sleeping but much was changed. So many gone, defected or dead. The Delawares all slain. He watched the fire and i...
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. I
Sutree se detiene junto a una vieja cripta que un árbol ha desmantelado a medias en su crecer. Dentro no hay nada. Ni huesos ni polvo. Como sin duda son los muertos después de la muerte. La muerte es...
Stars were falling across the sky myriad and random, speeding along brief vectors from their origins in night to their destinies in dust and nothingness.
Somewhere out there is a true and living prophet of destruction and I dont want to confront him. I know he's real. I have seen his work. I walked in front of those eyes once. I wont do it again. I won...
Sometimes faith might just be a case of not havin nothin else left.
She said that the breath of God was his breath yet though it pass from man to man through all of time. Once
She looks like her face caught fire and they beat it out with a rake
Riding down the unhorsed Saxons and spearing and clubbing them and leaping from their mounts with knives and running about on the ground with a peculiar bandylegged trot like creatures driven to alien...
Quindi bisogna essere parsimoniosi. Ciò che si altera ricordando ha comunque una sua realtà, che la si conosca o meno.
Now come days of begging, days of theft. Days of riding where there rode no soul save he.
Nor does God whisper through the trees. His voice is not to be mistaken. When men hear it they fall to their knees and their souls are riven and they cry out to Him and there is no fear in them but on...