There is a moon shaped rictus in the streetlamp's globe where a stone has gone and from this aperture there drifts down through the constant helix of aspiring insects a faint and steady rain of the same forms burnt and lifeless.

There was nothin to set a man's mind at ease like wakin up in the morning and not havin to decide who you were.

I will do what I promised." He whispered. "No matter what. I will not send you into the darkness alone.

In dreams we stand in this great democracy of the possible and there we are right pilgrims indeed. There we go forth to meet what we shall meet.

I'd rather to make a good run as a bad stand.

If there's one thing on this planet you don't look like it's a bunch of good luck walkin around.

I tried to put things in perspective but sometimes you're just too close to it.