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Når vi omsider er borte alle sammen blir det ingen andre enn døden igjen her og hans dager vil også være talte.

Hver dag styres av sin egen sjebne. Hver time. Det finnes ikke noe ettepå. Dette er etterpå.

Aldri er veldig lenge. Men gutten visste hva han visste. At aldri ikke er noen tid å snakke om.

You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.

Han gikk ut i det grå lyset og stanset og så et kort øyeblikk den nakne sannheten om verden. Den arvingsløse jordklodens kalde ubetvingelige rotasjon. Det uforsonelige mørket. Solens blinde hunder i spranget. Universets knugende sorte vakum. Og to jagede dyr et sted, skjelvende lik rever i hiet sitt.

He walked out into the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of an intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.

the child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.

You can think of me as a faitless slut if you like. I've taken a new lover. He can give me what you cannot.

Death is not a lover.

Oh yes he is.

Even if you knew what to do you wouldnt know what to do. You wouldnt know if you wanted to do it or not.

They lay listening. Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die. What if it doesn’t fire? It has to fire. What if it doesn’t fire? Cold you crush that beloved skull with a rock? Is there such a being within you of which you know nothing? Can there be? Hold him in your arms. Just so. The soul is quick. Pull him toward you. Kiss him. Quickly.