I am a fugitive and a vagabond, a sojourner seeking signs.
When our cause is young, we feel so intensely that it seems wrong to take it slow. This is our inability to see that burning ourselves out isn't going to hurry the journey along. The critical work...
A wind that blows aimlessly is no good to anyone.
- God limits the number of our days for a reason. - What is the reason for that? - To make every day precious.
When you have unlimited time, nothing is special anymore. Without loss or sacrifice, we fail to appreciate what we have.
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...