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Hell ain't half full.
We're carrying the fire.
Last words are only words.
If only my heart were stone.
Teaching writing is a hustle.
Each the others world entire.
Ever step you take is forever.
There is no later. This is later.
The point is there ain't no point.
I got here the same way the coin did.
Dying ain't in people's plans, is it?
There is no God and we are his prophets.
There is no greater monster than reason.
You have my whole heart. You always did.
The freedom of birds is an insult to me.
Ah me, thou Destiny, Giver of evil gifts.
Life is a memory, and then it is nothing.
Where men can't live gods fare no better.
Pain for the old was no longer a surprise.
A dream inside a dream might not be a dream.
To see God everywhere is to see Him nowhere.
You are either born a writer or you are not.
I'd rather to make a good run as a bad stand.
He may be dead; or he may be teaching English.
I have no enemies. I dont permit such a thing.
You say you can't? Then don't do it. That's all.
Any time you're throwin dirt you're losin ground.
For the poor any choice was a gift with two faces.
Nobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave.
Men of God and men of war have strange affinities.
If you break little promises, you'll break big ones.
Scared money can’t win and a worried man can’t love.
What business is it of yours where I'm from, friendo?
Where in this pukehole can a man get a drink? he said
... a man leaves much when he leaves his own country.
In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments.
Do you have any notion of how goddamned crazy you are?
Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.
It would take a hell of a wife to beat no wife at all.
Here beyond men's judgments all covenants were brittle.
If you dont respect me what must you think of yourself?
She was gone and the coldness of it was her final gift.
How does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?
When you die it's the same as if everybody else did too.
Nothin wounded goes uphill, he said. It just dont happen.
Words pale and lose their savor while pain is always new.
Word gets around when the circus comes to town, don't it?
Every day is a lie. But you are dying. That is not a lie.
Each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins.
Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.