“The postgrad at least knew enough to know that he would never know enough, lying under the stars which hung from the inky sky like bunches of inconceivably heavy, lustrous grapes, dusted with the yeast of eternity.”

“Of course his dust would be absorbed in other living things and to that degree at least he would exist again, though it was plain enough that the specific combination which was he would never exist again.”

“But he's looking for love in all the wrong places. Like fancy under catalogsAt least he knows enough not to date while he's campaigning”

“The stars cut into the inky black sky, like glinting shards of glass.”

“The moon hung heavy over the lake like an overripe orange, trickling its golden stream of light across inky depths.”

“She opened her eyes once again and let them drift across the scene laid out before her like a page from a storybook. Inky blackness hung above them as though painted in impasto in an opaque Prussian Blue. The impression it gave was of a sky hand-crafted out of felt with a pearl of a moon and a generous dusting of diamonds sprinkled on for the stars. A night dreams were made of.”