Where in this pukehole can a man get a drink? he said

Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.

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

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.

It is not my experience that life’s difficulties make people more charitable.

Nothin wounded goes uphill, he said. It just dont happen.

The truth may often be carried about by those who themselves remain all unaware of it. They bear that which has weight and substance and yet for them has no name whereby it may be evoked or called forth. They go about ignorant of the true nature of their condition, such are the wiles of truth and such its stratagems.