“I must go in, the fog is rising.”

“What if, when this fog scatters and flies upward, the whole rotten, slimeycity goes with it, rises with the fog and vanishes like smoke.”

“Spurious fame spreads from tongue to tongue like the fog of the early dawn before the sun rises.”

“The full moon rises. The fog clings to the lowest branches of the spruce trees. The man steps out of the darkest corner of the forest and finds himself transformed into... A monkey? I think not.”

“...I learned that God was an equal opportunity employer—that it was possible to experience the divine anywhere you were, anywhere you could see the sun and moon rise or set, or burn through the fog.”

“And I needed a rock. Something to hold onto, to stand on. Something solid. Because everything was going soft, turning into mush, into marsh, into fog. Fog closing in on all sides. I didn't know where I was at all.”