Words pale and lose their savor while pain is always new.

I have no enemies. I dont permit such a thing.

There's a difference between quittin and knowin when you're beat.

The man smiled at him a sly smile. As if they knew a secret between them, these two. Something of age and youth and their claims and the justice of those claims. And of their claims upon them. The world past, the world to come. Their common transciencies. Above all a knowing deep in the bone that beauty and loss are one.

People don't pay attention. And then one day there's an accounting. And after that, nothing is the same.

What joins men together ... is not the sharing of bread but the sharing of enemies.

He said that men believe the blood of the slain to be of no consequence but that the wolf knows better. He said that the wolf is a being of great order and that it knows what men do not: that there is no order in this world save that which death has put there.