“And above [the three of] them, Old Star and Old Mother rose into their appointed places and stared at each other across the starry ruins of their ancient broken marriage.”
“ruined chimneys rose above masses of broken bricks”
“A good marriage is that in which each appoints the other guardian of his solitude.”
“The cold stars spun to the ancient rhythm, the august march of an everlasting symphony. They are old, the stars, and their memory is long.”
“God made a wonderful mother, a mother who never grows old; He made her smile of the sunshine, and He molded her heart of pure gold; in her eyes He placed bright shining stars, in her cheeks, faith roses you see; god made a wonderful mother, and He gave that dear mother to me.”
“The stink of rot and ruin, of old dreams, broken screams, and wicked, dirty little things.”