The Germans in basements were pitiable, surely, but at least they had a chance. That basement was not a washroom. They were not sent there for a shower. For those people, life was still achievable.

Very suddenly. Yes, quite suddenly, I didn't feel like I could handle my feeling of aloneness.

Everything was good. But it was awful, too.

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.

When I find research really rewarding is when one piece of information gives you an idea for a story. That's when it's great.

It's a lot easier, she realized, to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. This would still take time.

Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.