A creation perfectly evolved to meet its own end.
Me I was always lucky. My whole life. I wouldnt be here otherwise. Scrapes I been in. But the day I seen her come out of Kerr’s Mercantile and cross the street and she passed me and I tipped my hat to her and got just almost a smile back, that was the luckiest.
I know that to be female is an older thing even than to be human.
If something did not love you you would not be here.
All the ones I named are dead. Is that a requirement for greatness? It’s a requirement for not waking up tomorrow morning and saying something extraordinarily stupid.
Is history about money?
Well. I guess what I understand is that at the core of the world of the deranged is the realization that there is another world and that they are not a part of it.
Well. I think maybe it’s harder to lose just one thing than to lose everything.
People from the other side will seem odd to you. And you will never understand the latitude which they extend to you.
And it may even be that in the end all problems are spiritual problems.
He probably doesnt get it that if you scratch from the menu everything that’s hard to swallow it’s going to make for a pretty lean lunch.
You believe that the loss of those you loved has absolved you of all else.
He ate the last of the eggs and wiped the plate with the tortilla and ate the tortilla and drank the last of the coffee and wiped his mouth and looked up and thanked her.
Death is not a lover.
Some physicists suspect that the theory must eventually arrive at the understanding that the universe itself is a quantum phenomenon. That what quantum mechanics ultimately describes is the universe.
Wow, said Bianca.
There is a fusion in the memory of events which is at loose ends where reality is concerned. You wake from a nightmare with a certain relief. But that doesn’t erase itself. It’s always there. Even after it’s forgotten. The haunting sense that there is something you have not understood will remain long after.
What is the inner life of an eidolon? Do his thoughts and his questions originate with him? Do mine with me? Is he my creature? Am I his? I.
But a fast car and an open road can give you a sensation that’s hard to duplicate elsewhere or otherwise.
He said that if a person understood the soul of the horse then he would understand all horses that ever were.