The interval had the silence and stillness of dusty rooms immersed in sunlight.

The weird hopelessness at the heart of lust.

Part of Marathe floated off and hovered somewhere just above him, crossing its legs, nibbling at his consciousness as does a spectator at popcorn.

At least three different smells of cologne and skin-cream struggle for primacy in here.

wraith) was. Gately’s eyes roll up in his head. The boy, who did everything well and with a natural unslumped grace the wraith himself had always lacked, and whom the wraith had been so terribly eager to see and hear and let him (the son) know he was seen and heard, the son had become a steadily more and more hidden boy, toward the wraith’s life’s

It’s like his shoulder’s grown its own testicles and every time his heart beats some very small guy kicked him in them, the testicles.

Hal likes to get high in secret, but a bigger secret is that he’s as attached to the secrecy as he is to getting high.

The rising moon looks like it doesn’t feel very well.

The hospital room had that misty quality rooms in fevers have.