I was a stranger and you took me in. -Joji G. Shoji, d. 1921

I loved the sound of the words, even if I was not entirely sure what all of them meant.

He was alone in the darkness once more, but the darkness became brighter and brighter until it was burning like the sun.

When I was young I was a fool. So wrap me up in dreams and death.

Suppose we pick a name for him, eh?" Caius Pompeius stepped over and eyed the child. "He looks a little like my proconsul, Marcus. We could call him Marcus." Josiah Worthington said, "He looks more like my head gardener, Stebbins. Not that I'm suggesting Stebbins as a name. The man drank like a fish." "He looks like my nephew Harry," said Mother Slaughter... "He looks like nobody but himself," said Mrs.Owens, firmly. "He looks like nobody." "Then Nobody it is," said Silas. "Nobody Owens.

It sounded like a piece of blackboard being dragged over the nails of a wall of severed fingers.

To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.