“It was sad and fierce all at once, alive with a lonely purity.”

“A single note, held in an amber suspension of time, like a charcoal drawing of Icarus falling. It was sad and fierce all at once, alive with a lonely purity. It went on and on, until my own lungs were burning.“What bird are you calling?” I asked finally, when I couldn’t stand it any longer.The Bird Man stopped whistling. He grinned, so that I could see all his pebbly teeth.“You.”

“I’m so excited and lonely all at once. Just once. Not twice, because that’d be a couple, and couple’s can’t be lonely.
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“Reading is pleasure and happiness to be alive or sadness to be alive and above all it's knowledge and questions.”

“But all that was as automatic as her beating heart, as subconscious as breathing - what she felt above all was the fierce tingling certainty of being alive.”

“There were faces at the windows and words written in blood; deep in the crypt a lonely ghoul crunched on something that might once have been alive; forked lightnings slashed the ebony night; the faceless were walking; all was right with the world”