What joins men together is not the sharing of bread but sharing of enemies.
What man is such a coward he would not rather fall once than remain forever tottering?
What would you do if I died?If you died I would want to die too.So you could be with me?Yes. So I could be with you.Okay.
When he reached the fence he stopped for a moment to look back at the road and then he went on, crossing into a field of rank weeds that heeled with harsh dip and clash under the wind as if fled throu...
When he was gone the men on the bench began to laugh. One of them rose to better see the map. Es un fantasma, he said. Fantasma? Sí, sí. Claro. Cómo? Cómo? Porque el viejo está loco es como. Loco?Bill...
When the Papayuna is pining you need to call home.
When the lambs is lost in the mountain, he said. They is cry. Sometime come the mother. Sometime the wolf.
When we're all gone at last then there'll be nobody here but death and his days will be numbered too.
When you die it's the same as if everybody else did too.
Where hunters and woodcutters once slept in their boots by the dying light of their thousand fires and went on, old teutonic forebears with eyes incandesced by the visionary light of a massive rapacit...
Where you've nothing else, construct ceremonies out of the air, and breathe upon them.
You call forth the world which God has formed and that world only. Nor is this life of yours by which you set such store your doing, however you may choose to tell it. Its shape was forced in the void...
You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.
You got good eyes, she said. Yes mam, he said. I always did. Well I guess so, she said. You dont normally start out with bad ones and they get better.
You might think you could run away and change your name and I don't know what all. Start over. And then one mornin' you wake up and look at the ceilin' and guess who's layin' there?
You think people was meaner then than they are now? the deputy said.The old man was looking out at the flooded town. No, he said. I don't. I think people are the same from the day God first made one.
You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don't count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it’s made out of. Nothin else.
Your brother is young enough to believe that the past still exists, he said. That the injustices within it await his remedy. Perhaps you believe this also?
Your god must once have stood at a dawn of infinite possibilities, and this is what he's made of it. You tell me that I want God's love? I don't. Perhaps I want forgiveness, but there's no-one to ask...
Zwei Tage später kamen sie zu einem Tidefluss, wo eine eingestürzte Brücke im langsam sich bewegenden Wasser lag. Sie saßen auf der kaputten Böschungsmauer der Straße und sahen zu, wie der Fluss zurüc...
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