“But there was little heart to our lust,only the confusion of not knowinghow long we'd have in our bodies.”

“Our favorite games were killing.Our favorite books were death.It had been beaten into us:God is love.Not the parched face and gnarledcapes across a stick body; jitteringin the nude sky, we couldn't seetrying to touch usfor the blood in our eyes.”

“The clock sweats out each minuteof what meat is left to us.”

“Besides holding our hearts together through long periods of separation, it had the effect of making us tolerant of each other's yarns--and even convictions.”

“...in our own hearts we trust for our salvation, in the men that surround us, in the sights that fill our eyes, in the sounds that fill our ears, and in the air that fill our lungs.”

“The earth and myself are of one mind. The measure of the land and the neasure of our bodies are the same”

“Fold your arms round me close and strain me so that our hearts may break and our souls go free at last. Take me to that happy place of which you told me long ago. The fields whence none return, but where great singers sing their songs forever.”