Shrouded in the black thunderheads the distant lightning glowed mutely like welding seen through foundry smoke. As if repairs were under way at some flawed place n the iron dark of the world
She was gone and the coldness of it was her final gift. She would do it with a flake of obsidian. He'd taught her himself. Sharper than steel. The edge an atom thick. And she was right. There was no a...
She smiled. I think it's just the snow. I think it makes people stop and think.Bell nodded. I hope it comes a blizzard then.
She smiled and sipped from her glass. There was altogether too much of her sitting there, the broad expanse of thigh cradled in the insubstantial stocking and the garters with the pale flesh pursed an...
She patted his hand. Gnarled, ropescarred, speckled from the sun and the years of it. The ropy veins that bound them to his heart. There was map enough for men to read. There God's plenty of signs and...
Rich dreams now which he was loathe to wake from. Things no longer known in the world. The cold drove him forth to mend the fire. Memory of her crossing the lawn toward the house in the early morning...
Pero con todo existe un solo mundo y todo cuanto uno pueda imaginar le es necesario. Pues también este mundo que a nosotros nos parece hecho de piedras y flores y sangre no es en absoluto una cosa sin...
One of the things you realize about gettin older is that not everbody is goin to get older with you.
Mi sono sempre chiesta se la piega presa dalla nostra vita esiste fin dall'inizio se invece la vita è fatta di eventi casuali nei quali individuiamo un filo solo a posteriori
Men imagine that the choices before them are theirs to make. But we are free to act only upon what is given. Choice is lost in the maze of generations and each act in that mazeis itself an enslavement...
Listen Sut. We’re painted into a corner anyways. I mean what if we was to just call up and say he died? I mean hell fire, you caint fool them guys. Them guys is doctors. They take one look at him and...
Lejos, en la llanura, en la noche sin orilla, podían ver como en un reflejo de su propio fuego en un lago oscuro el fuego de los vaqueros a unos ocho kilómetros. Por la noche llovió y la lluvia silbó...
Journeyman priest or apprentice priest, said the judge. Men of god and men of war have strange affinities. I’ll not secondsay you in your notions, said Tobin. Dont ask it. Ah Priest, said the judge. W...
It is supposed to be true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I don't believe knowing can save us. What is constant in history is greed and foolishness and a love of blood a...
In history there are no control groups. There is no one to tell us what might have been. We weep over the might have been, but there is no might have been. There never was. It is supposed to be true t...
In his delirium he ransacked the linens of his pallet for arms but there were none. The judge smiled. The fool was no longer there but another man and this other man he could never see in his entirety...
If there's one thing on this planet you don't look like it's a bunch of good luck walkin around.
I'm fixin to go do somethin dumbern hell but I'm goin anyways. If I dont come back tell Mother I love her.
I was afraid I was going to die and then I was afraid I wasnt.
I think that when the lies are all told and forgot the truth will be there yet. It dont move about from place to place and it dont change from time to time. You cant corrupt it any more than you can s...