“Suppose you were the last one left? Suppose you did that to yourself?”

“You ever get ill at ease? said Rawlins.About what?I dont know. About anything. Just ill at ease.Sometimes. If you're someplace you aint supposed to be I guess you'd be ill at ease. Should be anyways.Well suppose you were ill at ease and didnt know why. Would that mean that you might be someplace you wasnt supposed to be and didnt know it?”

“You have my whole heart. You always did. You're the best guy. You always were.”

“He is where he is supposed to be. And yet the place he has found is also of his own choosing. That is a piece of luck not to be despised.”

“You give up the world line by line. Stoically. And then one day you realize that your courage is farcical. It doesn't mean anything. You've become an accomplice in your own annihilation and there is nothing you can do about it. Everything you do closes a door somewhere ahead of you. And finally there is only one door left.”

“If you dont respect me what must you think of yourself?”

“He said that war had destroyed the country and that men believe the cure for war is war as the curandero prescribes the serpent's flesh for its bite. He spoke of his campaigns in the deserts of Mexico and he told them of horses killed under him and he said that the souls of horses mirror the souls of men more closely than men suppose and that horses also love war. Men say they only learn this but he said that no creature can learn that which his heart has no shape to hold. His own father said that no man who has not gone to war horseback can ever truly understand the horse and he said that he supposed he wished that this were not so but that it was so.”