There was a sharp crack from somewhere on the mountain. Then another. It's just a tree falling, he said. It's okay. The boy was looking at the dead roadside trees. It's okay, the man said. All the trees in the world are going to fall sooner or later. But not on us.

All the time you spend tryin to get back what's been took from you there's more goin out the door. After a while you just try and get a tourniquet on it.

When the lambs is lost in the mountain, he said. They is cry. Sometime come the mother. Sometime the wolf.

When the shooting starts would you rather be armed or legal?

It was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals came easily.

The world to come must be composed of what is past. No other material is at hand.

I tried to put things in perspective but sometimes you're just too close to it.