Colder By The Hour, More Dead With

He'd Fought Hard, Lida Told Me, As If There Was Another Way To Fight.

Amsterdam Is Like The Rings Of A Tree: It Gets Older As You Get Closer To The Center.

The Dead Are Visible Only In The Terrible Lidless Eye Of Memory. The Living, Thank Heaven, Retain The Ability To Surprise And To Disappoint. - Van Houten

We're Going To Get Gored To Death By A Feral Fugging Hog And Your Best Strategy Is To Pretend It's A Grizzly Bear?

The Problem Is Not Suffering Itself Or Oblivion Itself But The Depraved Meaninglessness Of These Things, The Absolutely Inhuman Nihilism Of Suffering.