There is no forgiveness. For women. A man may lose his honor and regain it again. But a woman cannot. She cannot.

She aint worth it. None of em are. He didnt answer for a while. Then he said: Yes they are.

Finally he said that among men there was no such communion as among horses and the notion that men can be understood at all was probably an illusion.

He said that far from making men reflective or wise it was his experience that death often leads them to attribute great consequence to trivial things.

I just meant maybe you could set here and drink one of em with me.He squinted at her. You ever notice how women have trouble takin no for a answer? I think itstarts about age three.What about men?They get used to it. They better.

There was nothin to set a man's mind at ease like wakin up in the morning and not havin to decide who you were.

Hard weather, says the old man. So let it be. Wrap me in the weathers of the earth, I will be hard and hard. My face will wash rain like the stones.

The man watched him. Real life is pretty bad? What do you think? Well, I think we're still here. A lot of bad things have happened but we're still here. Yeah. You don't think that's so great. It's okay.

For me the world has always been more of a puppet show. But when one looks behind the curtain and traces the strings upward he finds they terminate in the hands of yet other puppets, themselves with their own strings which trace upward in turn, and so on. In my own life I saw these strings whose origins were endless enact the deaths of great men in violence and madness. Enact the ruin of a nation.