How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.

She was saved from prettiness by the intensity of her gaze.

The act of living had been enjoyable; at some point when I was not paying attention, it had turned into a different sort of experience, to whose grimness I had grown so accustomed that I now took it for granted.

Because neither she nor Port had ever lived a life of any kind of regularity, they had both made the fatal error of coming hazily to regard time as non-existent. One year was like another year. Eventually everything would happen.

There is a way to master silence Control its curves, inhabit its dark corners And listen to the hiss of time outside

One never took the time to savour the details; one said: another day, but always with the hidden knowledge that each day was unique and fatal, that there never would be a return, another time.

Publishers are thieves, they are on the other side of the barricade.