For most people, life is nasty, brutish, and short; for me, it has simply been nasty and brutish.
We are adhering to life now with our last muscle - the heart.
The night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in torment.
New York rose out of the water like a great wave that found it impossible to return again and so remained there in horror, peering out of the million windows man had caged it with.
Youth is cause, effect is age; so with the thickening of the neck we get data.
Una's face was an unbroken block of calculation, saving where, upon her upper lip, a little down of hair fluttered. Yet it gave one an uncanny feeling. It made one think of a tassel on a hammer.