If they killed him tonight, at least he would die alive.
Clearly," said Arthur,"you're an idiot- but you're our kind of idiot. Come on.
Things always seem to glide away. They come to you, stay a moment, then leave again.
You might argue that I make the rounds no matter what year it is, but sometimes the human race likes to crank things up a little. They increase the production of bodies and their escaping souls.
So many humans. So many colors.
Liesel's blood had dried inside of her. It crumbled. She almost broke into pieces on the steps.