It Was Always Himself That

I Got What I Needed Instead Of What I Wanted And That's Just About The Best Kind Of Luck You Can Have.

They Rode On And The Sun In The East Flushed Pale Streaks Of Light And Then A Deeper Run Of Color Like Blood Seeping Up In Sudden Reaches Flaring Planewise And Where The Earth Drained Up Into The Sky At The Edge Of Creation The Top Of The Sun Rose Out Of Nothing Like The Head Of A Great Red Phallus Until It Cleared The Unseen Rim And Sat Squat And Pulsing And Malevolent Behind Them.

Notions Of Chance And Fate Are The Preoccupations Of Men Engaged In Rash Undertakings.

Ever Is A Long Time. But The Boy Knew What He Knew. That Ever Is No Time At All.

I Dont Know What I Ever Done, She Said. I Truly Dont. Chigurh Nodded. Probably You Do, He Said. There's A Reason For Everything. She Shook Her Head. How Many Times I've Said Them Very Words. I Wont Again.