He looked like he was studying something small in the grass.
He knew that the child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.
Glass flowers exploding. Slow trail of colors down the sky like stains dispersing in the sea, candescent polyps extinguished in the depths.
Freeze this frame. Now call down your dark and your cold and be damned.
Forty minutes later he saw her and stopped and sat the horse and watched. She was riding along a red dirt ridge to the south sitting with her hands crossed on the pommel, looking toward the last of th...
For me the world has always been more of a puppet show. But when one looks behind the curtain and traces the strings upward he finds they terminate in the hands of yet other puppets, themselves with t...
Every word we speak is a vanity. Every breath taken that does not bless is an affront. Bear closely with me now. There is another who will hear what you never spoke. Stones themselves are made of air....
Every road ends in death. Or worse. Every friendship. Every love. Torment, betrayal, loss, suffering, pain, age, indignity, and hideous lingering illness. All with a single conclusion. For you and for...
Evening. The dead sheathed in the earth's crust and turning the slow diurnal of the earth's wheel, at peace with eclipse, asteroid, the dusty novae, their bones brindled with mold and the celled marro...
Ella bailaba con un chico alto del rancho de San Pablo y llevaba un vestido azul y su boca era roja. Él, Rawlins y Roberto se quedaron con otros muchachos junto a la pared, contemplando a los bailarin...
El hombre que cree que los secretos del mundo están ocultos para siempre vive inmerso en el misterio y el miedo. La superstición acabará con él. La lluvia erosionará los actos de su vida. Pero el homb...
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...
E o femeie tinara in o multime de privinte. Daca n-as fi avut-o, nu stiu ce m-as fi facut. De fapt, ba da, stiu. Si nici n-ar fi fost nevoie de o cutie pentru asta.
Don’t flang him off the bluff, boys. Tain’t christian. Let’s go then. Hump up there, stranger, and let’s go get hung.
Do you remember that little boy, Papa? Yes. I remember him. Do you think he’s all right that little boy? Oh yes. I think he’s all right. Do you think he was lost? No. I don't think he was lost. I’m sc...
Do you know where we are Papa? the boy said. Sort of. How sort of? Well. I think we're about two hundred miles from the coast. As the crow flies. As the crow flies? Yes. It means going in a straight l...
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...
Commend him gently, whom the wrath he suckled at his heart has wasted more than years.
But that man who sets himself the task of singling out the thread of order from the tapestry (of life) will by the decision alone have taken charge of the world and it is only by such taking charge of...
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.