I think if you were Satan and you were settin around tryin to think up somethin that would just bring the human race to its knees what you would probably come up with is narcotics.

Maybe it's like Mac says. Ever man winds up with the horse that suits him.

Even the damned in hell have the community of their suffering.

She was gone and the coldness of it was her final gift.

The road has its own reasons and no two travelers will have the same understanding of those reasons. If indeed they come to an understanding of them at all.

They were watching, out there past men's knowing, where stars are drowning and whales ferry their vast souls through the black and seamless sea.

Each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins.