A peace that blacked yer eye,” I say. “A peace that split yer lip.
There was a small park across from the hospital with paths among the trees. As Conor and his father walked through it toward an empty bench, they kept passing patients in hospital gowns, walking with families or out on their own sneaking cigarettes. It made the park feel like an outdoor hospital room. Or a place where ghosts went to have a break.
But then there’s her eyes and they look at you and don’t brook no arguments, don’t look like they ever doubt themselves, even when they should. Maybe they’re the eyes of a giant after all.
Why would any innocent woman object to being identified?
I can’t stand it anymore!” he cried out as the fire raged around him. “I can’t stand knowing that she’ll go! I just want it to be over! I want it to be finished!” And.
Hmm,” Mistress Coyle hmms.
Battle not with monsters lest you become a monster and if you gaze into the abyss the abyss gazes into you. Friedrich Nietzsche.
Memory is stupid, ain’t it?
Du schreibst die Geschichte deines Lebens nicht mit Worten, sagte das Monster. Du schreibst sie mit Taten. Es ist nicht wichtig, was du denkst. Wichtig ist nur, was du tust.
But fog does not stop the Land. We simply open our voices wider, passing the small steps in front of us along and along and along, each to each, until a whole picture of the march opens in front of us and our own limited physical sight in the fog becomes a single walking vision. The Land is not blind. The Land marches.
Men and their Noise. I don’t know how they do it, how they stand each other.
His chest still burned, so much he couldn’t tell where the anger stopped and the wound began.
Y si nadie te ve, se puede decir que estes ahi?
The nightmare feeling was rising in him, turning everything seem heavy and impossible, like he’d been asked to lift a mountain with his bare hands and no one would let him leave until he did.
The words you say tell me you are scared of the berries, but your actions seem to suggest otherwise.
I am this wild earth, come for you.
Rewards, my tender pigpiss.
We negotiated peace with them the first time, my girl, because we were in a position of strength. That’s how wars work, that’s how truces work. We show them we’ve got more power than they imagine and they’re more willing to make peace.
But there’s always hope,” Ben says. “You always have to hope.
So the thing to remember, the thing that’s most important of all that I might say in this here telling of things is that Noise ain’t truth, Noise is what men want to be true, and there’s a difference twixt those two things so big that it could ruddy well kill you if you don’t watch out.