Even the damned in hell have the community of their suffering.

There is no later. This is later.

War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.

A dream inside a dream might not be a dream.

The wrath of God lies sleeping. It was hid a million years before men were and only men have the power to wake it.

He thought each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party game. Say the words and pass it on. So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not.

You have my whole heart. You always did.