That,” said Wednesday, driving off, “is the eternal folly of man. To be chasing after the sweet flesh, without realizing that it is simply a pretty cover for the bones. Worm food. At night, you're rubbing yourself against worm food. No offense meant.

“If you were close enough to her ruby-red lips you would hear her say, 'I will r…”

“I feel like I am involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch…”

“Richard wondered how the marquis managed to make being pushed around in a wheel…”

“Richard began to understand darkness: darkness as something solid and real, so …”