You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don't count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it’s made out of. Nothin else.

I think that when the lies are all told and forgot the truth will be there yet. It dont move about from place to place and it dont change from time to time. You cant corrupt it any more than you can salt salt.

Life is a memory, and then it is nothing.

He can give me what you cannot. Death is not a lover. Oh yes, he is.

Where men can't live gods fare no better.

There is no God and we are his prophets.

The nights were blinding cold and casket black and the long reach of the morning had a terrible silence to it.