For a time they confronted each other like two mute unspeaking forts.

Adiós," she added in Spanish, "I have no house only a shadow. But whenever you are in need of a shadow, my shadow is yours." "Thank you." "Sank you." "Not sank you, Señora Gregorio, thank you." "Sank you.

How shall the murdered man convince his assassin he will not haunt him.

For a time they confronted each other like two mute unspeaking forts.

Perhaps his tragedy is that he is the one normal writer left on earth and it is this that adds to his isolation and so to his sense of guilt.

Never think that by releasing me you will be free. You would only condemn us to an ultimate hell on earth. You would only free something else to destroy us both.

Fear ringed by doubt is my eternal moon.