“Spend the glittering moonlight therePursuing down the soundless deepLimbs that gleam and shadowy hair,Or floating lazy, half-asleep.Dive and double and follow after,Snare in flowers, and kiss, and call,With lips that fade, and human laughterAnd faces individual,Well this side of Paradise! . . .There's little comfort in the wise.”
“Yeah, well things change. Now I want to be here." Another long, seconds-ticking pause. Dust danced in one fading gleam of gold coming through a low window, following long lazy swirls down to the ground. "With you.”
“Southampton's barrage balloons floated gleaming in the moonlight like the ghosts of elephants and hippos.”
“She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar.”
“Soundlessly whispering into the void, my lips moving quickly, silently, without ceasing. Calling his name, calling him to me.Even though there's no use.Even though it's futile.Even though it's way past too late.”
“I spend half my time comforting the afflicated, and the other half afflicting the comfortable.”