“A star shoots bleeding across the skyline, a companion to the black wind. Silence comes sweeping across everything.”

“Now the night's breath responds to the sea, which I can scarcely hear from here, as it reminisces about its shipwrecks.”

“I gazed upon the earth and saw that a body, in its tender faithlessness, had located it in the sky. A splendid scarf of blood, looming above the abyss.”

“But suppose the endlessly dead were to wake in us some emblem:they might point to the catkins hangingfrom the empty hazel trees, or direct us to the raindescending on black earth in early spring. ...”

“Life is but a dream for the dead.”

“Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living.”