I was afraid I was goin to die and then I was afraid I wasnt.

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

You have to carry the fire." I don't know how to." Yes, you do." Is the fire real? The fire?" Yes it is." Where is it? I don't know where it is." Yes you do. It's inside you. It always was there. I can see it.

She looked up at him and her face was pale and austere in the uplight and her eyes lost in their darkly shadowed hollows save only for the glint of them and he could see her throat move in the light and he saw in her face and in her figure something he'd not seen before and the name of that thing was sorrow.

Well, I guess in all honesty I would have to say that I never knew nor did I ever hear of anybody that money didnt change.

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

In the spring or warmer weather when the snow thaws in the woods the tracks of winter reappear on slender pedestals and the snow reveals in palimpsest old buried wanderings, struggles, scenes of death. Tales of winter brought to light again like time turned back upon itself.