“...careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ...”

“He heard her in his heart - whispering from the mist”

“...if it weren't for you, mornings wouldn't be so comforting - slippers wouldn't scrape through the rooms of my heart...”

“...at morning, I'm unruffled - I'll sit with my tea and Muse Cat beside me and listen to the soft chime of the grandfather clock...”

“...we have entertained ourselves with the pornography of violence and inflamed passions that might otherwise have slumbered...”

“...cities are murky places - hatching grounds for monsters...”

“...we live in the same city but don't see the same things - you see buildings and I see memories...”