Somewhere in the world is the most invincible man. Just as somewhere is the most vulnerable.

One of the things you realize about gettin older is that not everybody is goin to get older with you.

He said that those who have endured some misfortune will always be set apart but that it is just that misfortune which is their gift and which is their strength.

What is it? Nothing. I had a bad dream. What did you dream about? Nothing. Are you okay? No. He put his arms around him and held him. It's okay, he said. I was crying. But you didnt wake up. I'm sorry. I was just so tired. I meant in the dream.

I got here the same way the coin did.

I can normally tell how intelligent a man is by how stupid he thinks I am.

He lay listening to the water drip in the woods. Bedrock, this. The cold and the silence. The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void. Carried forth and scattered and carried forth again. Everything uncoupled from its shoring. Unsupported in the ashen air. Sustained by a breath, trembling and brief. If only my heart were stone.