If you dont respect me what must you think of yourself?

He may be dead; or he may be teaching English.

What would you do if I died? If you died I would want to die too. So you could be with me? Yes. So I could be with you. Okay.

I have no enemies. I dont permit such a thing.

There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road thereto.

I don't know what sort of world she will live in and I have no fixed opinions concerning how she should live in it. I only know that if she does not come to value what is true above what is useful, it will make little difference whether she lives at all.

The man smiled at him a sly smile. As if they knew a secret between them, these two. Something of age and youth and their claims and the justice of those claims. And of their claims upon them. The world past, the world to come. Their common transciencies. Above all a knowing deep in the bone that beauty and loss are one.