Here beyond men's judgments all covenants were brittle.

If you break little promises, you'll break big ones.

Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm.

When one has nothing left make ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.

He can give me what you cannot. Death is not a lover. Oh yes, he is.

All the time you spend tryin to get back what's been took from you there's more goin out the door. After a while you just try and get a tourniquet on it.

Where in this pukehole can a man get a drink? he said