Wrap me in the weathers of the earth, I will be hard and hard. My face will turn rain like the stones.

“They's lots of work in this world that aint never paid for. But the accounts ge…”

“It may be that the life I desire for her no longer even exists, yet I know what…”

“In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments.”

“where all is known, no narrative is possible.”