Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil?

Just follow that one road the whole time!... I hope they don't get lost, I'm so bad at giving directions.

The future reshapes the memory of the past in the way it recalibrates significance; some episodes are advanced, others lose purchase.

The moon rose, an opalescent goddess tipping light from her harsh maternal scimitar.

I don't like work like that. I am the silent partner. I work through events, I live on the sidelines, I dabble in causes and effects, I watch how the misbegotten creatures of this world live their lives.

Those times are over and gone, and good riddance to them, too. We were hopelessly high-spirited. Now we're the tick-waisted generation, dragging along our children behind us and carrying our parents on our backs. And we're in charge, while the figures who used to command our respect are wasting away.

No, she wasn't losing language. She was choking on it.