He rocked in the swells, floating like the first germ of life adrift on the earth's cooling seas, formless macule of plasm trapped in a vapor drop and all creation yet to come.

“Él le cogió la mano y cruzaron la calle hasta el hotel. Intentó leerle el coraz…”

“„Pamiętaj, że to, co wpuszczasz do głowy, pozostaje w niej na zawsze.”

“You think God looks out for people?...I do. Way the world is. Somebody can wake…”

“He stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activites in the squar…”