A black star appears, a point of darkness in the night sky's clarity. Point of darkness and gateway to repose. Reach out, pierce the fine fabric of the sheltering sky, take repose. The Sheltering Sky (1949)
Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. The Sheltering Sky (1949)
For in order to avoid having to deal with relative values, he had long since come to deny all purpose to the phenomenon of existence — it was more expedient and comforting. The Sheltering Sky (1949)
How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless. The Sheltering Sky (1949)