If you were close enough to her ruby-red lips you would hear her say, 'I will rise now and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek the one I love.' She is whispering that, and she whispers, 'By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth. Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth. My beloved is mine and I am his.

There may be a parallel between woodcuts and radio; radio plays are a living art form everywhere except the USA.

October knew, of course, that the action of turning a page, of ending a chapter or of shutting a book, did not end a tale. Having admitted that, he would also avow that happy endings were never difficult to find: "It is simply a matter," he explained to April, "of finding a sunny place in a garden, where the light is golden and the grass is soft; somewhere to rest, to stop reading, and to be content.

This is a roadside attraction,' said Wednesday. 'One of the finest. Which means it is a place of power.

How would you feel about life if Death was your older sister?

I couldn't get you to the ocean, but there was nothing stopping me bringing the ocean to you.

If you can't eat it, drink it, smoke it, or snort it... then f*ck it!