“He had prepared his death much earlier, in his imagination, unaware that his imagination, more creative than he, was planning the reality of that death.”

“He imagined his past gone, along with his future. Death was the understanding of the immediate present: that there is finally nothing else.”

“His imagination was always more real than the reality of daily life.”

“He wiped his face with his handkerchief, for he was quite warm from the exertion of being Chairman of the World. It had taken more running and leaping and sliding than he had imagined.”

“He imagined that in his estate of eternal night he might somehow have already halved the distance to death. That the transition for him could not be so great for the world was already at some certain distance and if it were not death's terrain he encroached upon in his darkness then whose?”

“Death was in every sell of his body. He gave off a faint, greenish steam of decay. Lee imagined he would glow in the dark.”