The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.

“She was a Jew feeder without a question in the world on that man's first night …”

“In that one stolen second, I considered the Glebe girl. She entered my mind lik…”

“It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. …”

“Grimly, she realized that clocks don't make a sound that even remotely resemble…”