When he moves, a streetlight stabs him, and the words flow out like blood.

I think she ate a salad and some soup. And loneliness. She ate that, too.

One wild card was yet to be played.

Better that we leave the paint behind," Hans told her, "than ever forget the music.

I watch the beauty for as long as I can, then turn and face the rest of it.

...they watched the humans disappear. They watched them dissolve, like moving tablets in the humid air.

Have you ever noticed that idiots have a lot of friends? It's just an observation.