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

The judge placed his hands on the ground. He looked at his inquisitor. This is my claim, he said. And yet everywhere upon it are pockets of autonomous life. Autonomous. In order for it to be mine nothing must be permitted to occur upon it save by my dispensation.

Ever step you take is forever. You cant make it go away. None of it. You understand what I'm sayin?

The trouble with a liar is he can't remember what he said.

What would you do if I died? If you died I would want to die too. So you could be with me? Yes. So I could be with you. Okay.

In dreams we stand in this great democracy of the possible and there we are right pilgrims indeed. There we go forth to meet what we shall meet.

He had divested himself of the little cloaked godlet and his other amulets in a place where they would not be found in his lifetime and he'd taken for talisman the simple human heart within him.