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....
Each the others world entire.
Duro es el camino del transgresor. Dios creó este mundo, pero no a gusto de todos, ¿verdad?
Death is what the living carry with them.
But the kid only spat into the darkness of the space between them. I know your kind, he said. What’s wrong with you is wrong all the way through you.
But I didn't know what to say to him. What do you say to a man that by his own admission has no soul? Why would you say anything?
Books lie, he said.God dont lie.No, said the judge. He does not. And these are his words.He held up a chunk of rock.He speaks in stones and trees, the bones of things.The squatters in their rags nodde...
Black: If this aint the life you had in mind, what was?White: I dont know. Not this. Is your life the one you'd planned?Black: No, it aint. I got what I needed instead of what I wanted and that's just...
As for me my only hope is for eternal nothingness and I hope it with all my heart.
And what happens then?When?After you're dead.Dont nothing happen. You're dead.You told me once you believed in God.The old man waved his hand. Maybe, he said. I got no reason to think he believes in m...
And the answer, said the judge. If God meant to interfere in the degeneracy of mankind would he not have done so by now? Wolves cull themselves, man. What other creature could? And is the race of man...
And he no longer cared to tell which were things done and which dreamt.
All progressions from a higher to a lower order are marked by ruins and mystery and a residue of nameless rage.
All patched up out of parts and lowslung and bumping over the ruts. Filled with old lanky country boys with long cocks and big feet.
All night sheetlightning quaked sourceless to the west beyond the midnight thunderheads, making a bluish day of the distant desert, the mountains on the sudden skyline stark and black and livid like a...
A man was coming down the road driving a donkey piled high with firewood. In the distance the churchbells had begun. The man smiled at him a sly smile. As if they knew a secret between them, these two...
A legion of horribles, hundreds in number, half naked or clad in costumes attic or biblical or wardrobed out of a fevered dream with the skins of animals and silk finery and pieces of uniform still tr...
. .the woman stepped once more into the street and the children followed and all continued on to their appointed places which as some believe were chosen long ago even to the beginning of the world.
حرف من راجع به این نیست که بدونی کجایی. راجع به اینه که به یه جایی برسی بدون اینکه هیچی با خودت برده باشی. چیزایی راجع به شروع دوباره تو ذهنت هست. یا تو ذهن هر کس دیگهای. تو هیچوقت دوباره شروع نمی...
تمدد على اﻷرض يصغى إلى صوت الماء وهو يسيل على جذوع اﻷشجار، إن أعماق الحقيقة تتجلى بالبرد والصمت وبرماد العالم الحديث، رماد يحمله البرد الشديد والرياح العاتية جيئة وذهابا في دورة عبثية. رماد تجمعه الري...