He rocked in the swells, floating like the first germ of life adrift on the earth's cooling seas, formless macule of plasm trapped in a vapor drop and all creation yet to come.

In the spaniards heart is a great yearning for freedom, but only his own. A great love for truth and honor in all its forms, but not in its substance. And a deep conviction that nothing can be proven except that it be made to bleed. Virgins, bulls, men. Ultimately God himself.

Finally he said that among men there was no such communion as among horses and the notion that men can be understood at all was probably an illusion.

Ever is a long time. But the boy knew what he knew. That ever is no time at all.

She was gone and the coldness of it was her final gift.

Do you know what happens with people who cannot govern themselves? That's right. Others come in to govern for them.

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