Joe Country

There were so many things age could do to you; so few you could do in return. In the end, she supposed, you just stayed on your feet as long as you were able, then took the rest lying down.

You built a life the way you’d build a wall, one brick on top of the other, but sooner or later, those first bricks were taken away.

He’d looked the way any slow horse did the first few days; like someone had slapped him with a shovel.

because making for a hotel would involve human intercourse, and Lech would rather wake up dead tomorrow than make small talk now.