“There is no later. This is later.”

Men of God and men of war have strange affinities.

How surely are the dead beyond death. Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny foretaste of a bitter memory. But the dead do not remember and nothingness is not a curse. Far from it.

There is no God and we are his prophets.

The things I believed in dont exist any more. It’s foolish to pretend that they do. Western Civilization finally went up in smoke in the chimneys at Dachau but I was too infatuated to see it. I see it now.

Best way to live in California is to be from somewheres else.

The wind sounded of Mother Earth’s forsaken and abandoned cries.

They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching the end of a journey.

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

You have to carry the fire.” I don’t know how to.” Yes, you do.” Is the fire real? The fire?” Yes it is.” Where is it? I don’t know where it is.” Yes you do. It’s inside you. It always was there. I can see it.

There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road there to.

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

We think we are the victims of time. In reality, the way of the world isn’t fixed anywhere. How could that be possible? We are our own journey. And therefore we are time as well. We are the same. Fugitive. Inscrutable. Ruthless.

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

She said that these were things all women knew yet seldom spoke of. Lastly she said that if women were drawn to rash men it was only that in their secret hearts they knew that a man who would not kill for them was of no use at all.

I always thought when I got older that God would sort of come into my life in some way. He didn’t. I don’t blame him. If I was him I’d have the same opinion about me that he does.

He’d half meant to speak but those eyes had altered the world forever in the space of a heartbeat.