“But still, sometimes, in the heart of winter when the light outside seemed yellow- sleepy, like a cat curled up on a sofa...”

“But there was only that silence, as in the five or ten minutes before a vicious thundersquall strikes, when the purple heads stack up in the sky overhead and the light turns a queer purple-yellow and the wind dies completely.”

“When it's all doom and dark outside and only you inside to first make a light then tend it, you have to be a bitch.”

“There is nothing of God or Light in that heartless sound - it is all black winter and dark ice.”

“Your hair is winter fireJanuary embersMy heart burns there, too.”

“When it came to the dark fuckery of the human heart, there seemed to be no limit.”

“In here I'm the guy who can get things for you... outside all you need is the Yellow Pages. I don't think I could make it.”