Then they set out along the blacktop in the gunmetal light, shuffling through the ash, each the other's world entire.

Men believe death's elections to be a thing inscrutable yet every act invites the act which follows and to the extent that men put one foot before the other they are accomplices in their own deaths as in all such facts of destiny.

Goodness will find the little boy. It always has. It will again.

The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and the reality, even where we will not.

Choose your enemies carefully 'cause they will define you Make them interesting 'cause in some ways they will mind you They're not there in the beginning but when your story ends Gonna last with you longer than your friend

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.

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