Like all strong people, she suffered always a measure of loneliness; she was a marginal outsider, a secret infidel of a certain sort.

“No matter how long we exist, we have our memories. Points in time which time it…”

“Garden of Pain, I need you. What were the songs of beasts to the cries of senti…”

“Yes.’ He drank it all down and then casually threw the glass at the fireplace. …”

“First-person narrators is the way I know how to write a book with the greatest …”