Last Days

Curiosity is a terrible thing, he was thinking. How is it possible to stop oneself from needing to know?

That’s Kline,” he said. “We know and love him. He’s like a person to us.

Of course there’s another choice, he thought. There is always another choice. I’m just not going to take it.

What was the truth? he wondered. How important was it to know? And once he knew, what then?

Still,” said Ramse. “You’re not much. You’re what you are and we love you for it, but you’re not much.

Mr Kline," the voice said. "Would you mind putting Mlinko on?" "Mlinko seems to be dead," said Kline. "Appears or is?" "Both," said Kline

They drove, the city slowly dissolving around them and breaking up into fields and trees.

How much weirder, thought Kline, is it possible for my life to get? And then he pushed the thought down and tried to ignore it, afraid of what the answer might be.

As long as you are following God’s will, friend Kline. But even God sometimes becomes impatient. You know the story of Jonah, friend Kline? How many whales do you suppose God will deign send to swallow you? When does God run out of whales?

Kline felt his limbs grow suddenly heavy, the missing limb most of all.

I am your friend,” Gous said. “I drank with you, didn’t I?” Kline tried to nod but nothing happened. He could see the wrappings around Gous’ hand staining with blood. “Besides,” said Gous, “friendship is one thing, God another.

Who you are is a puzzle it may take the rest of your life to solve, and in the end it may turn out that you are merely the person who spent his life trying to work out the puzzle of who he was. But that . . . that’s not nothing.

How do you know the moment when you cease to be human? Is it the moment when you decide to carry a head before you by its hair, extended before you like a lantern, as if you are Diogenes in search of one just man?

Mr. Kline, surely you’re enough of an armchair philosopher to realize that everything is a reconstruction of something else? Reality is a desperate and evasive creature.

His only mistake was not realizing there was a second car. There’s always a second car. Except when there’s not.

Truth or flesh,” said Borchert. “Which is more important?

It makes no difference whether you believe in God, since God, so I have been led to understand, believes in you.

Would you mind putting Mlinko on?" "Mlinko seems to be dead," said Kline. "Appears or is?" "Both," said Kline.