The moon shone upon his almost transparent hands, and Stephen saw that the nails were fearfully long and that the light shone through them.

For a moment, she thought it natural in a way seeing a plane fall from the sky can seem natural, too. The horror comes later.

The sun will always rise, but we may never know

Be the celebrators, celebrate! Already there is too much__he flowers have bloomed, the birds are singing, the sun is there in the sky__elebrate it! You are breathing and you are alive and you have consciousness, celebrate it!

Evil is the starry sky of the Good.

I had wanted to compromise with Fate: to escape occasional great agonies by submitting to a whole life of privation and small pains.