Sleep is not on good terms with broken hearts. It will have nothing to do with them.

One does not beg for a glass of water from the devil.

He cries. 'Please! I don't want to die.' I lean over. My hair smothers him. 'Then you should never have been born,' I say.

The late hour is such a friend; it has been for so many years. There is not a soul around as I carry Riley downstairs and dump him in my trunk. It is good, for I am not in the mood to kill again, and murder, for me, is very much tied to my mood, like making love. Even when it is necessary.

How much modern civilization has lost, I think, when they lost the awareness of the billions of stars overhead.

It doesn't matter. You are what you are. I am what I am. We are the same-when you take the time to remember me.

I went to work at the library. I know that sounds crazy but I didn't know where else to go. Besides, at the library I was constantly surrounded by people. And I loved my job, surrounded by so many books, so many lives, so much of the past.