Scared money can’t win and a worried man can’t love.

What man is such a coward he would not rather fall once than remain forever tottering?

Things separate from their stories have no meaning. They are only shapes. Of a certain size and color. A certain weight. When their meaning has become lost to us they no longer have even a name. The story on the other hand can never be lost from its place in the world for it is that place.

Looking over the country with those sunken eyes as if the world out there had been altered or made suspect by what he'd seen of it elsewhere. As if he might never see it right again. Or worse did see it right at last. See it as it had always been, would forever be.

... a man leaves much when he leaves his own country.

I ain't got an original thought in my head. If it ain't got the scent of divinity to it, I ain't interested in it

No one can tell you what your life is goin to be, can they? No. It's never like what you expected. Quijada nodded. If people knew the story of their lives how many would then elect to live them?