The cats are murdering sleep, the wall rumbling with their engine purrs -prut prut prut as they snore their way to oblivion.

I myself am usually to be found lying on the bed imitating the dead Chatterton, killing time by reading book after book (the only reliable otherworlds i´ve discovered so far).

of course, i don´t believe in god; Dr Kellet said. but i believe in heaven. one has to.

he wanted a son so he could teach him all the things he knew, as well as how to learn all the things he didn´t know. he couldn´t teach his daughter anything, she knew more than he did already.