When the lies are all told and forgot the truth will be their yet.

The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in a many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning.

If one were to be a person of value that value could not be a condition subject to hazards of fortune. It had to be a quality that could not change. No matter what.

Pain for the old was no longer a surprise.

I don't know why I started writing. I don't know why anybody does it. Maybe they're bored, or failures at something else.

Somewhere in the world is the most invincible man. Just as somewhere is the most vulnerable.

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