What could a child know of the darkness of God's plan? Or how flesh is so frail it is hardly more than a dream - Cormac McCarthy

He'd half meant to speak but those eyes had altered the world forever in the space of a heartbeat.

He said that those who have endured some misfortune will always be set apart but that it is just that misfortune which is their gift and which is their strength.

The man sat watching the road, the weedstem twirling in his mouth and the threadthin shadow of it going long and short upon his face like a sundial's hand beneath a sun berserk.