“Bury the embers, extinguish the sparkWe plunge ourselves in the well of darkFar from voices that trouble and chatterDown, deep down, where worries don't matterOur minds all teem with the unseen thingBut night is a blink and sleep but a dreamWake, wake, see things as they seem”

“Love . . . is like nature, but in reverse; first it fruits, then it flowers, then it seems to wither, then it goes deep, deep down into its burrow, where no one sees it, where it is lost from sight, and ultimately people die with that secret buried inside their souls.”

“I couldn’t sleep all night,worrying that I’d gotten you in trouble. I care about you.”

“I wake in the night. Or sometimes I don't wake in the night. It hardly seems to make a difference.”

“And then I was asleep. That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep, that sleep that is not particularly restful but difficult to wake up from all the same.”

“I’m not a violent person. I didn’t think I was a violent person, but right then something dangerous seemed to be waking up. Some hard dark sleeping thing from deep in my belly had opened one eye.”