“The bombs were coming-and so was I.”

“They were glued down, every last one of them. A packet of souls. Was it fate?Misfortune?Is that what glued them down like that?Of course not.Let's not be stupid.It probably had more to do with the hurled bombs, thrown down by humans hiding in the clouds.”

“...and the night is so deep and dark that I wonder if the sun will ever come up.”

“God, there were so many of them. So many sets of dying eyes and scuffing feet.”

“All four of us were young and undaunted and our smiles were so strong that it made me smile even then on the couch, with a kind of loss.”

“In years to come, he would be a giver of bread, not a stealer - proof again of the contradictory human being. So much good, so much evil. Just add water.”

“Want me, I beg, but nothing comes.”