It was a strange combination to absorb - the everyday concerns of the town doctor stuck in the middle of a discussion of his early days in seventeenth-century London.

It was very relaxing to be away from civilization, and this bothered me. I should not have found the loneliness so welcoming.

Out of all the things about me that could frighten you, you worry about my driving.

If you turned the fabric of our lives over, I imagined the design on the backside would be woven in the bleak grays of doubt and fear.

Jealous, O’Shea?" "Actually… I am.

For almost ninety years I’ve walked among my kind, and yours… all the time thinking I was complete in myself, not realizing what I was seeking. And not finding anything, because you weren’t alive yet.

Do you want me to sing to you? I'll sing all night if it will keep the bad dreams away.