When he went back to the fire he knelt and smoothed her hair as she slept and he said if he were God he would have made the world just so and no different.

It just bothered me that you might think I'm somethin special. I aint.

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.

Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.

It was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals came easily.

I have no enemies. I dont permit such a thing.

She said that these were things all women knew yet seldom spoke of. Lastly she said that if women were drawn to rash men it was only that in their secret hearts they knew that a man who would not kill for them was of no use at all.