Max lifted his head, with great sorrow and great astonishment. 'There were stars,' He said. 'They burned my eyes.’ ...from a Himmel street window, he wrote, the stars set fire to my eyes.

...one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death.

Oh, come on, Arthur." "I don't want to hear it, Andy." "Jesus Christ" "He doesn't want to hear it, either.

Yes, I know it. In the darkness of my dark beating heart, I know. He'd have loved it alright. You see? Even Death Has A Heart.

Warily, she dares to allow me a smile. "It's okay. It's just...I'm not too good at talking to people." She looks away again as her shyness smothers her. "So, do you think it'd be all right if we don't talk?

He watched them grow, until eventually, great forests of words had risen throughout Germany.... It was a nation of farmed thoughts.

There were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it were empty.