Sooner or later a black car came for everyone.

We'll have freedom, love and health/When the grand red flag is flying, In the Workers' Commonwealth.

I will be waiting by candlelight in our tree house of the mind.

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.

Gold don't come off. What's good stays good no matter how much of a beating it takes.

Men, she thought, were one of the world's few sure comforts, like a fire on a cold October night, like cocoa, like broken-in-slippers. Their clumsy affections, their bristly faces, and their willingness to do what needed to be done - cook an omelette, change lightbulbs, make with hugging - sometimes almost made being a woman fun.

I am; I was. I want to be.