We all, sometimes, leave each other there under the skies, and we never understand why.

There is no shame — having a dirty face — the shame comes when you keep it dirty.

Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a lightbulb. And there exudes a sour extra-human smell that makes the very stone seem flesh-alive, webbed and pulsing.

The better the actor, the more stupid he is.

It's worth your life to order an omelette in most restaurants. You never know what you're going to get.

Gasping for breath, the body still battling for life.

I can see every monster as they come in.