..and the devil won another easy hand in God's poker game. - Zadie Smith

His mind was a small thing with big holes through which passions regularly seeped out.

His death is like the soft down on the back of your hand, passing unnoticed in the firmest of handshakes, though the slightest breeze makes every damn one of the tiny hairs stand on end.

He talked and talked, the kind of talking you do to stave off the inevitable physical desire. The kind of talk that only increases it.