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...
Because a lot of the time ever when I say anything about how the world is goin to hell in a handbasket people will just sort of smile and tell me I'm gettin old.
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...
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...
. .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.
Loggia.
You can think of me as a faithless slut if you like. I've taken a new lover. He can give me what you cannot.Death is not a lover.Oh yes he is.
You can tell it any way you want but that's the way it is. I should of done it and I didn’t. And some part of me has never quit wishin I could go back. And I cant. I didn’t know you could steal your o...
When you’re a kid you have these notions about how things are goin to be, Billy said. You get a little older and you pull back some on that. I think you just wind up tryin to minimize the pain. Anyway...
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...
What he loved in horses was what he loved in men, the blood and the heat of the blood that ran them. All his reverence and all his fondness and all the leanings of his life were for the ardenhearted a...
What could a child know of the darkness of God's plan? Or how flesh is so frail it is hardly more than a dream
We're going to be okay, aren't we Papa?Yes. We are.And nothing bad is going to happen to us.That's right.Because we're carrying the fire.Yes. Because we're carrying the fire.
Trust me, Moss said.I hate hearin them words, the driver said. I always did.Have you ever said them?Yeah. I've said em. That's how come I know what they're worth.
They are gone now. Fled, banished in death or exile, lost, undone. Over the land sun and wind still move to burn and sway the trees, the grasses. No avatar, no scion, no vestige of that people remains...
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 that those who do not know history are co...