Depression is boring, I think and I would do better to make some soup and light up the cave.

We talked death with burned-up intensity, both of us drawn to it like moths to an electric light bulb. Sucking on it!

I am your dwarf. I am the enemy within. I am the boss of your dreams. See. Your hand shakes. It is not palsy or booze. It is your Doppelganger trying to get out. Beware...Beware...

The body is a damn hard thing to kill.

I must always forget how one word is able to pick out another, to manner another, until I have got something I might have said... but did not.

Not that it was beautiful, but that I found some order there.

Don't bite till you know if it's bread or stone.