In the nights sometimes now he'd wake in the back and freezing waste out of softly colored worlds of human love, the songs of birds, the sun.

Men of God and men of war have strange affinities.

He'd half meant to speak but those eyes had altered the world forever in the space of a heartbeat.

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.

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.

For the poor any choice was a gift with two faces.

The nights were blinding cold and casket black and the long reach of the morning had a terrible silence to it.