“Grinding against the weight, I grasped the legs of the deer and spared a final glance at the steaming carcass of the wolf. His remaining golden eye now stared at the snow-heavy sky, and for a moment, I wished I had it in me to feel remorse for the dead thing. / But this was the forest, and it was winter”
"It was not a lover's hug she was bestowing upon him. It was simply one survivor clinging to another. Stu seemed to understand this. His hands came up to her shoulders and pressed then firmly, leaving bloody handprints on her khaki shirt, making her in a way which seemed to make them partners in some unhappy crime. Somewhere a jay cawed harshly, and closer at hand Perion began to weep."
You can't be careful on a skateboard.
'Space', it says, 'is big. Really big. You just won't believe how vastly, hugely, mindbogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it's a long way down the road to the chemist's, but that's just peanuts to space'.
A philosopher once asked, 'Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?' Pointless, really...'Do the stars gaze back?' Now, that's a question.
