"...she looks naïve. It’s sweet. But that sweetness is as brief as a camera flash capturing her. We lean to the side and see all at once how brief this moment is..."
"I woke up it was Wednesday and I made the coffee and prepared the lunchboxes, brushed the ants off the counter and the lunchbox was pink and plastic and needed extra scrubbing..."
"Other like me has sky brightness. He showed me. It was like many sky brightnesses, but small. They are in a piece of hard ground. They move like sky brightness on water..."
"you're a fungus expanding your fibrous tendrils across dead skin and decaying organs; sing in the language of hunger, the words an ancestral memory buried in the genetic code..."
"A man stands in front of a mirror wearing last night’s makeup. He knows he should have taken it off, but he didn’t. He was having a good time, living his truest self, and he got home so late (so early)..."
"Out of sight of the hero’s dead eyes, he brushes his bony hands and gets back to the very important work of writing his treatise on the condition of the undead..."