“I’m in a shallow hole, not filled with the humming orange bubbles of my hallucination but with old, dead leaves.”
“Do not wait for the healing to arrive. It will never come. The holes will never leave or be filled with anything at all.But holes are interesting things.”
“I’m going to untangle her deadly scheme, even if it leaves my love affair hanging by a thread.”
“I may be old but I’m not dead.”
“On that last day, somewhere ahead, inside an unseasonably warm winter night, he’ll say my name and leave a hole no one can fill – something to hold onto when my hands are full.”
“I’m not going to leave you here to bleed my friend dry.”“If that had been my intent, they’d already be dead on the floor.”