He never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.
I look for the words, Professor. I look for the words because I believe that the words is the way to your heart.
Any time you’re throwin dirt you’re losin ground.
You are either born a writer or you are not.
He knew only that his child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.
Maybe it’s like Mac says. Ever man winds up with the horse that suits him.
Every day is a lie. But you are dying. That is not a lie.
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 didn’t say a lot so I tend to remember what he did say. And I don’t remember that he had a lot of patience with havin to say things twice so I learned to listen the first time.
He’d half meant to speak but those eyes had altered the world forever in the space of a heartbeat.
You have my whole heart. You always did.
This is my child, he said. I wash a dead man’s brains out of his hair. That is my job.
Your heart’s desire is to be told some mystery. The mystery is that there is no mystery.
There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road thereto.
And perhaps beyond those shrouded swells another man did walk with another child on the dead gray sands. Slept but a sea apart on another beach among the bitter ashes of the world or stood in their rags lost to the same indifferent sun.
No lists of things to be done. The day providential to itself. The hour. There is no later. This is later. 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.
Life is brief and to have to spend every day of it doing what somebody else wants you to do is not the way to live it.
There is for a man two things in life that are very important, head and shoulders above everything else. Find work you like, and find someone to live with you like. Very few people get both.
I can normally tell how intelligent a man is by how stupid he thinks I am.
Scared money can’t win and a worried man can’t love.