I am infected with life and will die of it in time.
There are no happy endings, he knew, because nothing ends; and if there were any being dispensed, a great many worthier people would be in line for them long before Michael and Laura and himself. But...
Man searches constantly for identity, he thought as he trotted along the gravel path. He has no real proof of this existence except for the reaction of other people to that fact. So he listens very cl...
I had a good time that night, too, Michael said, but I kept thinking, This is forever. This is forever. You will have this good time again and again, a million times over, until it will be like a play...
Forget it, Jonathan, and go back to sleep. And before you go to sleep, pray that no well-meaning god ever makes you immortal.