His eyes were closed, shut tight on whatever battle his common sense was conducting with his faith. - Robert Charles Wilson

What are you saying, you think he's completely sane?"
"No. But I'm not sure any of us rises to that standard.

Last week the doctor at the Tilson Rural Clinic had shown him his X-rays, the too-easy-to-interpret shadows on his liver and lungs. Guilford had declined an offer of surgery and and last-gasp radiation therapy. This horse was too old to beat.

I pretended to admire the tattoo in the shape of the Greek letter omega that covered her cheeks and forehead. It looked as if a dray horse had kicked her in the face.