“At the essential landscape stare, stareTill your eyes foist a vision dazzling on the wind:Whatever lost ghosts flare,Damned, howling in their shrouds across the moorRave on the leash of the starving mindWhich peoples the bare room, the blank, untenanted air.”

“Never let your fiend off his leash unless there's lots of room to run (and no people around).”

“Sharing a room with a cadaver is only mildly different from being in a room alone. They are the same sort of company as people across from you on subways or in airport lounges, there but not there. Your eyes keep going back to them, for lack of anything more interesting to look at, and then you feel bad for staring.”

“Your people have lost the vision and vitality of your ancestors (73).”

“In the dead hour the ghosts creep out of the bush and go howling across the dunes, screaming their unfinished business to the night. But I'm nothing to them so they ignore me.”

“Beth,” he whispered. “Come back to me.”He brought more of his blood to her.“Damn it, don’t you die!” Candles flared in the room. “I love you, damn you! Goddamn you, don’t you let go!”