And in the dream I knew that he was goin on ahead and that he was fixin to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up.

See the child. He is pale and thin, he wears a thin and ragged linen shirt. He stokes the scullery fire.

Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.

Long before morning I knew that what I was seeking to discover was a thing I'd always known. That all courage was a form of constancy. That it is always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals come easily.

One of the things you realize about gettin older is that not everybody is goin to get older with you.

Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.

The wrath of God lies sleeping. It was hid a million years before men were and only men have the power to wake it.