He remembered waking up once, listening to the wind, thinking of all the dark and rushing cold outside and all the warmth of this bed, filled with their peaceful heat under two quilts, and wishing it could be like this forever.

“Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.”

“That's not such a bad thing,' he said to me. 'In nightmares we can think the wo…”

“Writers were blessed stenographers taking divine dictation.”

“Beyond the reach of human rage A drop of hell, a touch of strange ...”