In history there are no control groups. There is no one to tell us what might have been. We weep over the might have been, but there is no might have been. There never was.

And in the dream I knew that he was goin on ahead and that he was fixin to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up.

Our waking life's desire to shape the world to our convenience invites all manner of paradox and difficulty.

Probably I dont believe in a lot of things that I used to believe in but that doesnt mean I dont believe in anything.

This country will kill you in a heartbeat and still people love it.

He sat a long time and he thought about his life and how little of it he could ever have foreseen and he wondered for all his will and all his intent how much of it was his doing.

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