How does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?

In the neuter austerity of that terrain all phenomena were bequeathed a strange equality and no one thing nor spider nor stone nor blade of grass could put forth claim to precedence. The very clarity of these articles belied their familiarity, for the eye predicates the whole on some feature or part and here was nothing more luminous than another and nothing more enshadowed and in the optical democracy of such landscapes all preference is made whimsical and a man and a rock become endowed with unguessed kinship.

I will do what I promised." He whispered. "No matter what. I will not send you into the darkness alone.

Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.

You keep runnin that mouth and I'm goin to take you back there and screw you.

They watched storms out there so distant they could not be heard, the silent lightning flaring sheetwise and the thin black spine of the mountain chain fluttering and sucked away again in the dark. They saw wild horses racing on the plain, pounding their shadows down the night and- leaving in the moonlight a vaporous dust like the palest stain of their passing.

The nights were blinding cold and casket black and the long reach of the morning had a terrible silence to it.