Anyone Who Knows A Strange Fact Shares

Though They May Not Always Be Handsome Men Doomed To Evil Posses The Manly Virtues.

Love Makes Use Of The Worst Traps. The Least Noble. The Rarest. It Exploits Coincidence.

I Don't Want To Disappear.

They Remain Dead, The People I Try To Resuscitate By Straining To Hear What They Say. But The Illusion Is Not Pointless, Or Not Quite, Even If The Reader Knows All This Better Than I Do. One Thing A Book Tries To Do, Beneath The Disguise Of Words And Causes And Clothes And Grief, Is Show The Skeleton And The Skeleton Dust To Come. The Author Too, Like Those Of Whom He Speaks, Is Dead.

Violence Is A Calm That Disturbs You.