Given charge Ballard would have made things more orderly in the woods and in men's souls. (p.128) - Cormac McCarthy

It's like a lot of things, said the smith. Do the least part of it wrong and ye'd just as well to do it all wrong. (p.71)

Things separate from their stories have no meaning. They are only shapes. Of a certain size and color. A certain weight. When their meaning has become lost to us they no longer have even a name. The story on the other hand can never be lost from its place in the world for it is that place.

Then they set out along the blacktop in the gunmetal light, shuffling through the ash, each the other's world entire.