Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
evil soon makes tools out of those who don't hate it.
A death is the most terrible of facts.
They are universal places, like churches, hallowed meeting places of all mankind.
Dogs are very different from cats in that they can be images of human virtue. They are like us.
So we live; a spirit that broods and hovers over the continual death of time, the lost meaning, the unrecaptured moment, the unremembered face, until the final chop that ends all our moments and plunges that spirit back into the void from which it came.