Hard weather, says the old man. So let it be. Wrap me in the weathers of the earth, I will be hard and hard. My face will wash rain like the stones.

I got what I needed instead of what I wanted and that's just about the best kind of luck you can have.

I remember in grammar school the teacher asked if anyone had any hobbies. I was the only one with any hobbies and I had every hobby there was... name anything, no matter how esoteric. I could have given everyone a hobby and still had 40 or 50 to take home.

On this road there are no godspoke men. They are gone and I am left and they have taken with them the world.

It may be that the life I desire for her no longer even exists, yet I know what she does not. That there is nothing to lose.

They were watching, out there past men's knowing, where stars are drowning and whales ferry their vast souls through the black and seamless sea.

I was afraid I was goin to die and then I was afraid I wasnt.