Narrow Rooms

I don’t think of people as queer or straight,” the Doc said. “Not when you’re as old as I. And I don’t think God does either.” “I didn’t know you believed in God, Doc,” Vance said.

For imagine having somebody beside you day and night loving you and forgiving you and petting you forever and ever, that must be a better description of hell than being put into a boiling lake or cauldron of ice that burnt your black.

Nobody can cause another man evil unless the second party involved allows him to.

Behind this story so far is another story, as behind the girders of an ancient bridge is the skeleton of a child which superstition says keeps the bridge standing.

Don’t shoot me, Sidney, I love you.” He had shot him right through the words that still haunted him today, the most perfect words ever said to him.

My idea of heaven is to be hunting with you in some beautiful park with mountains like here at home but where we won’t need guns or prey but we will just walk together arm in arm in this good world and be by ourselves always together forever and a day.

I have wrote my name in hell,” Brian McFee had said as he was dying on the sawdust of the floor in the Bent Ridge Tavern.

Not all princes he had read about in books of legends are beautiful and noble and carry their heads high.