The road has its own reasons and no two travelers will have the same understanding of those reasons. If indeed they come to an understanding of them at all.

He'd half meant to speak but those eyes had altered the world forever in the space of a heartbeat.

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

He saw very clearly how all his life led only to this moment and all after led to nowhere at all. He felt something cold and soulless enter him like another being and he imagined that it smiled malignly and he had no reason to believe that it would ever leave.

If God meant to interfere in the degeneracy of mankind would he not have done so by now? Wolves cull themselves, man. What other creatures could? And is the race of man not more predacious yet?

For me the world has always been more of a puppet show. But when one looks behind the curtain and traces the strings upward he finds they terminate in the hands of yet other puppets, themselves with their own strings which trace upward in turn, and so on. In my own life I saw these strings whose origins were endless enact the deaths of great men in violence and madness. Enact the ruin of a nation.

Every day is a lie. But you are dying. That is not a lie.