“And when Hugh would grow progressively Gandhi on me, I'd remind him that these were pests---disease carriers who feasted upon the dead and then came indoors to dance upon our silverware.”

“Rays of sunlight danced across the motionless silverware. Solitude. Beautiful solitude. So beautiful he couldn’t stand it anymore, not when his existence was so fast approaching its end. The intricate silences he’d thrived upon would no longer suffice to console him in the face of this consuming oblivion. Anything to distract him from it was worth the price of a thousand lives...”

“We may forget our dead, but dead will never forget us. They call upon us from the border of unknown, reminding us of our solemn duties in fulfilling their hopes”

“ease up. the day was rued when we came upon it, or when it came upon us, and beheld us marring the horizon, sitting here like unconquerable savages, men missing their dogs and talking pointlessly unless talk to the dead. let's sharpen something.”

“I'd known him less then forty-eight hours and already I'd seen how he looked when he came, tasted his cooking, and had my ass handed to me playing Dance Dance Revolution, and now I was going to practically be living with him.”

“Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,For I would ride with you upon the wind,Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,And dance upon the mountains like a flame.”