It was as if this night were only one of thousands of nights, world without end, night curving into night to make a great arching line of which I couldn’t see the end, a night in which I roamed alone under cold, mindless stars.

“I like you both! And that's better than loving you, for that's expected, you kn…”

“One moment the world is as it is. The next, it is something entirely different.…”

“...he didn't know where I lived, because I think he feared, in his heart of hea…”

“It was the night that the power went out in Berkeley that he'd finished Joyce's…”