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„Ich kann nicht anders.“

„Was ist das höchste, dass du je beim Münze-werfen verloren hast?“

„Soll ich dir eine Geschichte erzählen?
Nein.
Warum nicht?
Der Junge sah ihn an und wandte den Blick ab.
Warum nicht?
Diese Geschichten sind nicht wahr.
Das müssen sie auch nicht sein. Es sind Geschichten.
Ja. Aber in den Geschichten helfen wir andauernd jemanden, dabei tun wir das in Wirklichkeit gar nicht.
Warum erzählst du mir nicht eine Geschichte?
Ich will nicht.
Okay.
Ich habe keine Geschichten zu erzählen.
Du könntest mir eine Geschichte über dich selbst erzählen.
Die Geschichten über mich kennst du alle. Du warst dabei.
Du hast Geschichten in deinem Inneren, von denen ich nichts weiß.
Du meinst, so was wie Träume?
Ja. Oder einfach Sachen, über die du nachdenkst.
Ja, aber Geschichten sollen doch schön sein.
Nicht unbedingt.
Du erzählst immer schöne Geschichten.
Kennst du denn keine schönen?
Meine haben mehr mit dem wirklichen Leben zu tun.
Und meine nicht?
Deine nicht. Nein.
Der Mann betrachtete ihn. Und das wirkliche Leben ist ziemlich übel?
Was denkst du denn?
Tja, ich denke, es gibt uns noch. Es sind viele schlimme Sachen passiert, aber es gibt uns immer noch.
Ja.
Du findest das nicht so toll.
Es ist okay.“

“The wrath of God lies sleeping. It was hid a million years before men were and only men have power to wake it. Hell ain't half full.”

“…and he is as eitherhanded as a spider,…”

“… and they watched the fire which does contain within it something of men themselves inasmuch as they are less without it and are divided from their origins and are exiles. For each fire is all fires, the first fire and the last ever to be.”

“Even in this world more things exist without our knowledge than with it and the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there, like a string in a maze, so that you shall not lose your way. For existence has its own order and that no man’s mind can compass, that mind itself being but a fact among others.”

“You are the oveja negre, no? The black sheep?”

“I dont see you holdin no aces.”

“Billy asked him if such men as had stole his eyes were only products of the war but the blind man said that since war itself was their very doing that could hardly be the case.”

“The arc of circling bodies is determined by the length of their tether, said the judge. Moons, coins, men. His hands moved as if he were pulling something from one fist in a series of elongations. Watch the coin, Davey, he said.”

“When I came into your life your life was over. It had a beginning, a middle, and an end. This is the end. You can say that things could have turned out differently. That they could have been some other way. But what does that mean? They are not some other way. They are this way. You're asking that I second say the world.”

“What have you got that a man could drink with just a minimum risk of blindness and death.”

“And so these parties divided upon that midnight plain, each passing back the way the other had come, pursuing as all travelers must inversions without end upon other men’ s journeys.”

“Given charge Ballard would have made things more orderly in the woods and in men's souls.”

“God don't lie…. And these are his words…. He speaks in stones and trees, the bones of things.”

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

“What discordant vespers do the tinker's goods chime through the long twilight and over the brindled forest road, him stooped and hounded through the windy recrements of the day like those old exiles who divorced of corporeality and enjoined ingress of heaven or hell wander forever the middle warrens spoorless increate and anathema.”

“The survivors lay quietly in that cratered void and watched the whitehot stars go rifling down the dark. Or slept with their alien hearts beating in the sand like pilgrims exhausted upon the face of the planet Anareta, clutched to a namelessness wheeling in the night.”

“Getting hurt changed me, he said. Changed my perspective. I've moved on, in a way. Some things have fallen into place that were not there before. I thought they were, but they werent. The best way I can put it is that I've sort of caught up with myself. That's not a bad thing. It was overdue.”

“…words were said that could not be put right again…”

“You can’t be all Mexican. It’s like being all mongrel.”

“Notions of chance and fate are the preoccupations of men engaged in rash undertakings.”

“Now the entire herd had begun to wheel wider and faster along the bluff and the outermost ranks swung centrifugally over the escarpment row on row wailing and squealing and above this the howls and curses of the drovers that now upreared in the moil of flesh they tended and swept with dust had begun to assume satanic looks with their staves and wild eyes as if they were no true swineheards but disciples of darkness got among these charges to herd them to their doom.”

“For the Earth is a globe in a void the truth there's no up nor down to it.”

“The man sat watching the road, the weedstem twirling in his mouth and the threadthin shadow of it going long and short upon his face like a sundial's hand beneath a sun berserk.”

“It makes no difference what men think of war, said the judge. War endures. As well ask men what they think of stone. War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. That is the way it was and will be. That way and not some other way.”

“The judge tilted his great head. The man who believes that the secrets of this world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him down. The rain will erode the deeds of his life. But that man who sets himself the task of singling out the thread of order from the tapestry will by the decision alone have taken charge of the world and it is only by such taking charge that he will effect a way to dictate the terms of his own fate.”

“And the answer, said the judge. If God meant to interfere in the degeneracy of mankind would he not have done so by now? Wolves cull themselves, man. What other creature could? And is the race of man not more predacious yet? The way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no waning and the noon of his expression signals the onset of night. His spirit is exhausted at the peak of its achievement. His meridian is at once his darkening and the evening of his day. He loves games? Let him play for stakes. This you see here, these ruins wondered at by tribes of savages, do you not think that this will be again? Aye. And again. With other people, with other sons.”

“Jackson, pistols drawn, lurched into the street vowing to shoot the ass off Jesus Christ, the longlegged white son of a bitch.”

“La gente dice que el coyote es un brujo. Muchas veces el brujo es un coyote.”

“Put away these frozenjawed primates and their annals of ways beset and ultimate dark. What deity in the realms of dementia, what rabid god decocted out of the smoking lobes of hydrophobia could have devised a keeping place for souls so poor as in this flesh. This mawky wormbent tabernacle.”