For a while these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy's wing.

smoking had come to be an important punctuation mark in the long sentence of a day on the road.

She knew few words and believed in none.

my imagination persisted in sticking horrors into the dark- so I stuck my imagination into the dark instead, and let it look out at me.

There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.

If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream.

The Montana sunset lay between the mountains like a giant bruise from which darkened arteries spread across a poisoned sky.