“Murder had a blood red door on the other side of which was everything unimaginable to everyone.”
“The rear door was black, the driver's side door was red, and the hood was sunshine-yellow. If Henry Ford and Picasso had gone out on a bender, that car was what the hangover would have looked like.”
“The pages of history are red with the blood of illuminated "saints" who were murdered by their religions for actually achieving the advertised spiritual rewards.”
“Tove had blown the doors open with his abilities, and he stood on the other side of them, looking astonishigly bad ass.”
“He was alone. The past was dead, the future was unimaginable. What certainty had he that a single human creature now living was on his side?”
“Everyone is broken-hearted except for the drastically unimaginative”