...and I put on "All My Love" and watched the sun rise yet again and thought thank you Robert Plant for all your love but do you have anymore?

David Bergen is a master of taut, spare prose that's both erotic and hypnotic. . . .

I learned another thing, which is that just because someone is eating the ashes of your protagonist doesn't mean you stop telling the story.

It's raining questions around here. A person could drown in them.

But whatever, we descendants of the Girl Line may not have wealth and proper windows in our drafty homes but at least we have rage and we will build empires with that, gentlemen.

Is it wrong to trust in a beautiful lie if it helps you get through life?

Even a Menno sheltered from the world knows not to stick her tongue into the mouth of a boy who owns an Air Supply record. You might stick your tongue into the mouth of a boy who owned some Emerson, Lake and Palmer, but you would not date him on a regular basis, or openly.