The language of sin was universal, the original Esperanto.

All the world is made of music. We are all strings on a lyre. We resonate. We sing together.

The blood of a redheaded woman is three degrees cooler than the blood of a normal woman. This has been established by medical studies.

He understood that the ghost existed first and foremost within his own head. That maybe ghosts always haunted minds, not places. If he wanted to take a shot at it, he’d have to turn the barrel against his own temple.

Who knows what may lie around the next corner? There may be a window somewhere ahead. It may look out on a field of sunflowers.

God saves - but not now, and not here. His salvation is on layaway. Like all grifters, He asks you to pay now and take it on faith that you will receive later. Whereas women offer a different sort of salvation, more immediate and fulfilling. They don't put off their love for a distant, ill-defined eternity but make a gift of it in the here and now, frequently to those who deserve it least. So it was in my case. So it is for many. The devil and woman have been allies against God from the beginning.

It bewildered Ig, the idea that a person could not be interested in music. It was like not being interested in happiness.