See the child. He is pale and thin, he wears a thin and ragged linen shirt. He stokes the scullery fire.
If a man's at odds to know his own mind it's because he hasn't got aught but his mind to know it with.
Here beyond men's judgments all covenants were brittle.
When I came into your life your life was over. It had a beginning, a middle, and an end. This is the end. You can say that things could have turned out differently. That they could have been some other way. But what does that mean? They are not some other way. They are this way.
We're carrying the fire.
Finally he said that among men there was no such communion as among horses and the notion that men can be understood at all was probably an illusion.
A goodlookin horse is like a goodlookin woman, he said. They're always more trouble than what they're worth. What a man needs is just one that will get the job done.
This place aint the same. It never will be. Maybe we've all got a little crazy. I guess if everbody went crazy together nobody would notice, what do you think?
On this road there are no godspoke men. They are gone and I am left and they have taken with them the world.
Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.
They watched storms out there so distant they could not be heard, the silent lightning flaring sheetwise and the thin black spine of the mountain chain fluttering and sucked away again in the dark. They saw wild horses racing on the plain, pounding their shadows down the night and- leaving in the moonlight a vaporous dust like the palest stain of their passing.
Pain for the old was no longer a surprise.
It just bothered me that you might think I'm somethin special. I aint.
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 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 are. The life you've lived, for one. Yeah. Maybe what of it you aint lived yet, too.
No one can tell you what your life is goin to be, can they? No. It's never like what you expected. Quijada nodded. If people knew the story of their lives how many would then elect to live them?
... a man leaves much when he leaves his own country.
It was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals came easily.
Fear of an enemy can often blind men to other hazards, not least the shape which they themselves make in the world.
The blackness he woke to on those nights was sightless and impenetrable. A blackness to hurt your ears with listening. Often he had to get up. No sound but the wind in the trees. He rose and stood tottering in that cold autistic dark with his arms outheld for balance while the vestibular calculations in his skull cranked out their reckonings.
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.
I guess if everybody went crazy together nobody would notice.
This is the nature of war, whose stake is at once the game and the authority and the justification. Seen so, war is the truest form of divination. It is the testing of one's will and the will of another within that larger will which because it binds them is therefore forced to select. War is the ultimate game because war is at last a forcing of the unity of existence.War is god.
He poured the tumbler full. Drink up, he said. The world goes on. We have dancing nightly and this night is no exception. The straight and the winding way are one and now that you are here what do the years count since last we two met together? Men's memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not.
You either stick or you quit. And I wouldnt quit you I dont care what you done.
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