“A man painstakingly plans for every detail, carefully lays the foundations, picks his moments wisely and adds the right pieces with gusto only to be confronted a turn before the end of the race by a stubborn, more dead than alive, old man.”
“Better not to find out whether or not the rumorsare true, I say. Better find the other bastard and skinhim.”
“Has he been with a woman yet?” he asked remembering the girl at the barn. She shot him an angry glance.“Is that all you think about? Of course he hasn’t.He is only eleven.” “Nothing wrong with a boy starting early. I did.” “And look how well you’ve turned out.”
“He was in a strange, badly lit room, wearing even stranger clothes, getting an earful from an unknown woman, in a language that he could and couldn’t exactly place in a very disturbing way.These were not his memories.”
“You drink whatever comes your way if it’s not poison, fuck the cleanest cunt, never the cheapest, a land offers you and trust no one but yourself to help you, in a tight situation.”
“Death makes its own choices. Has reasoning an order has a taste…”