“Yesterday,” she began, speaking to his back, hurrying as though there was some element of him that was part hourglass.”
“She was backing away from him now. Don’t go, was his first panicked thought. Followed by: Hurry up.”
“The devil has made it his business to monopolize on three elements: noise, hurry, crowds. He will not allow quietness.”
“It is a sad day when one looks back and sees that his largest regrets have become some of the most integral elements of his dreams.”
“Lucus?"She found him on the bed in the master suite, lying with his arms crossed behind his head, glaring at the ceiling as though it had done him wrong in some way.”
“It gave him the same odd sense of dislocation, though; that sense of losing some valuable part of himself that could not survive the passage back to daily life. Each time, the passage became more difficult.”