Dead was the gift that kept on giving. Dead, like
diamonds, was forever.

“Any parting could be forever, and we don't know.”

“Tell your friends I am the last of a dying race,' it said, grinning its sunken …”

“If there's to be damnation, she had said, let it be of my choosing, not theirs.…”

“If you don't control your temper, your temper will control you.”