It looks a lot better from up here than it does down there, dont it? Yes. It does. There’s a lot of things look better at a distance. Yeah? I think so. I guess there...

Then don’t. I can’t help you. They say that women dream of danger to those in their care and men of danger to themselves. But I don’t dream at all. You say you can’t? Then...

I think by the time you’re grown you’re as happy as you’re goin to be. You’ll have good times and bad times, but in the end you’ll be about as happy as you was before....

All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one’s heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes.

Long before morning I knew that what I was seeking to discover was a thing I’d always known. That all courage was a form of constancy. That it is always himself that the coward abandoned...

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.

He lay on his back in his blankets and looked our where the quartermoon lay cocked over the heel of the mountains. In the false blue dawn the Pleiades seemed to be rising up into...

He tried to read her heart in her handclasp but he knew nothing.

The dead boy in his arms hung with his head back and those partly opened eyes beheld nothing at all out of that passing landscape of street or wall or paling sky or the figures...

If war is not holy man is nothing but antic clay.

Words are things. The words he is in possession of he cannot be deprived of. Their authority transcends his ignorance of their meaning.

Each leaf that brushed his face deepened his sadness and dread. Each leaf he passed he’d never pass again. They rode over his face like veils, already some yellow, their veins like slender bones where...

Pick a man, any man. That man there. See him. That man hatless. You know his opinion of the world. You can read it in his face, in his stance. Yet his complaint that a...

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...

Anything that doesn’t take years of your life and drive you to suicide hardly seems worth doing.

You are either born a writer or you are not.

The heart beneath the breastbone pumping. The blood on its appointed rounds. Life in small places, narrow crannies. In the leaves, the toad’s pulse. The delicate cellular warfare in a waterdrop. A dextrocardiac, said the...

whoever approaches his goal dances

It’s a mystery. A man’s at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to know it with. He can know his heart, but he dont want to. Rightly so. Best...

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

You keep runnin that mouth and I’m goin to take you back there and screw you.

He remembered Alejandra and the sadness he’d first seen in the slope of her shoulders which he’d presumed to understand and of which he knew nothing and he felt a loneliness he’d not known since...

I knew that what I was seeking to discover was a thing I’d always known. That all courage was a form of constancy. That it was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this...

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...

What’s the bravest thing you ever did?He spat in the road a bloody phlegm. Getting up this morning, he said.

I think if you were Satan and you were settin around tryin to think up somethin that would just bring the human race to its knees what you would probably come up with is narcotics.

He knew only that his child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.

What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.

As pessoas estavam sempre a preparar-se para o futuro. Eu não acreditava nisso. O futuro não se estava a preparar para elas. O futuro nem sabia que elas existiam.

Maybe it’s like Mac says. Ever man winds up with the horse that suits him.

This other man he could never see in his entirety but he seemed an artisan and a worker in metal. The judge enshadowed him where he crouched at his trade but he was a coldforger...

On this road there are no godspoke men. They are gone and I am left and they have taken with them the world.

My perfect day is sitting in a room with some blank paper. That’s heaven. That’s gold and anything else is just a waste of time.

If only my heart were stone.

The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow.

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...

Put away these frozenjawed primates and their annals of ways beset and ultimate dark. What deity in the realms of dementia, what rabid god decocted out of the smoking lobes of hydrophobia could have devised...

Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die.

Ah, they said. Qué bueno. And after and for a long time to come he’d have reason to evoke the recollection of those smiles and to reflect upon the good will which provoked them for...

They passed, leaving a trail of foxfire shuffled up out of the wet leaves like stars plowed in a ship’s wake.

He watched the fire and if he saw portents there it was much the same to him. He would live to look upon the western sea and he was equal to whatever might follow for...

In a pocket of his knapsack he’d found a last half packet of cocoa and he fixed it for the boy and then poured his own cup with hot water and sat blowing at the...

you fix what you can fix and you let the rest go. If there ain’t nothin to be done about it it aint even a problem. It’s just a aggravation.

Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from.

If a dream can tell the future it can also thwart that future. For God will not permit that we shall know what is to come. He is bound to no one that the world...

Deployed upon that plain they moved in a constant elision, ordained agents of the actual dividing out the world which they encountered and leaving what had been and what would never be alike extinguished on...

It is supposed to be true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I dont believe knowing can save us. What is constant in history is greed and foolishness and...

To make the world. To make it again and again. To make it in the very maelstrom of its undoing.

You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don’t count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it’s made out of....

Creative work is often driven by pain. It may be that if you don’t have something in the back of your head driving you nuts, you may not do anything. It’s not a good arrangement....