No one can tell you what your life is goin to be, can they? No. It's never like what you expected. Quijada nodded. If people knew the story of their lives how many would then elect to live them?

There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road thereto.

The night sky lies so sprent with stars that there is scarcely space of black at all and they fall all night in bitter arcs and it is so that their numbers are no less.

I got here the same way the coin did.

The wind sounded of Mother Earth's forsaken and abandoned cries.

I can normally tell how intelligent a man is by how stupid he thinks I am.

For the poor any choice was a gift with two faces.