Where there is a Key, there is yet hope.

Opium ain't got nothing on the promise of tomorrow turning up better than today.

Humans do not proceed in an orderly fashion from one scene to the next. Memory lies underneath happenstance; hope and dread sprawl on top. Our days and nights are their endless orgies.

Will you beat me if I say no?" he whispered fearfully.September thought she might cry. "Oh...oh dear. Not all the world is like that. Well. I am not like that.