Her Voice Left A Flavor Of Honey

The Unicorn Sonata... Tells Us That Our True Home Is Often Right Around The Corner, If We'd Only Open Our Eyes - And Our Ears - To Find It.

No," He Repeated, And This Time The Word Tolled In Another Voice, A King's Voice... Whose Grief Was Not For What He Did Not Have, But For What He Could Not Give.

Ah. My Story. Are You Certain You Wish To Hear It? It Is Long, Unlikely, And Remarkably Unedifying -- Shameful, Even, To Come From A Minister's Lips. Blasphemous, Too, Properly Regarded.

The Woman I Loved Died Because I Did Not Love Her Enough - What Greater Sin Is There Than That?" (uncle Chaim And Aunt Fifke And The Angel)

You Have To Be Very Deep To Be Dead, He Thought, And I'm Not. He Began To Have Some Concept Of Forever, And His Mind Shivered As His Body Had When He Had Wakened In The Cold Nights And Thrust His Hands Between His Thighs To Keep Warm. It Will Be A Long Night, He Thought.