In that cold autistic dark.
When you're a kid you have these notions about how things are going to be.... You get a little older and you pull back on some of that. I think you wind up just tryin to minimize the pain.
Things separate from their stories have no meaning. They are only shapes. Of a certain size and color. A certain weight. When their meaning has become lost to us they no longer have even a name. The s...
The mother dead these fourteen years did incubate in her own bosom the creature who would carry her off. The father never speaks her name, the child does not know it. He has a sister in this world tha...
The man who believes that the secrets of the world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him down.
The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void.
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids paper thin. That was not sleeping. That was not sleeping.
If much in the world were mystery the limits of that world were not, for it was without measure or bound and there were contained within it creatures more horrible yet and men of other colors and bein...
I dont believe in God. Can you understand that? Look around you man. Cant you see? The clamour and din of those in torment has to be the sound most pleasing to his ear. And I loathe these discussions....
He thought perhaps if he dreamt of him enough he'd go away forever and be dead among his kind
He is where he is supposed to be. And yet the place he has found is also of his own choosing. That is a piece of luck not to be despised.
Even a nonbeliever might find it useful to model himself after God. Very useful, in fact.
Dope.They sell that shit to schoolkids.It's worse than that.How's that?Schoolkids buy it.
De todos modos el compartir es la ley del camino, verdad?
All other trades are contained in that of war.Is that why war endures?No. It endures because young men love it and old men love it in them. Those that fought, those that did not.That's your notion.The...
You keep runnin that mouth and I'm goin to take you back there and screw you.
They rode like men invested with a purpose whose origins were antecedent to them, like blood legatees of an order both imperative and remote. For although each man among them was discrete unto himself...
Notions of chance and fate are the preoccupation of men engaged in rash undertakings.
Just take me with you. Please.I cant.Please, Papa.I cant. I cant hold my son dead in my arms. I thought I could but I cant.
It takes very little to govern good people.