Goodness will find the little boy. It always has. It will again.
War is the ultimate game because war is at last a forcing of the unity of existence. War is god.
It is supposed to true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I don’t believe knowing can save us. What is constant in history is greed and foolishness and love of blood.
All the time you spend trying to get back what’s been taken from you, there’s more going out the door. After a while, you just try to get a tourniquet on it.
The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn’t know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren’t.
The hardest lesson in the world: Maybe it’s just that when things are gone they’re gone. They aint comin back.
I got here the same way the coin did.
The road has its own reasons and no two travelers will have the same understanding of those reasons. If indeed they come to an understanding of them at all.
And in the dream I knew that he was goin on ahead and that he was fixin to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up.
And the dreams so rich in color. How else would death call you? Waking in the cold dawn it all turned to ash instantly. Like certain ancient frescoes entombed for centuries suddenly exposed to the day.
The point is there ain’t no point.
In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments.
The passing of armies and the passing of sands in the desert are one.
Nor does God whisper through the trees. His voice is not to be mistaken. When men hear it they fall to their knees and their souls are riven and they cry out to Him and there is no fear but only wildness of heart that springs from such longing...
They were watching, out there past men’s knowing, where stars are drowning and whales ferry their vast souls through the black and seamless sea.
If there’s one thing on this planet you don’t look like it’s a bunch of good luck walkin around.
People were always getting ready for tomorrow. I didn’t believe in that. Tomorrow wasn’t getting ready for them. It didn’t even know they were there.
How would you know if you were the last man on Earth? He said. I don’t guess you would know it. You’d just be it. Nobody would know it. It wouldn’t make any difference. When you die it’s the same as if everybody else died too.
Our waking life’s desire to shape the world to our convenience invites all manner of paradox and difficulty.
He thought each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party game. Say the words and pass it on. So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not.