“Aww, did we masturbate through the tears last night?”

“If we can stand up
When all else falls down,
We'll last through the winter.
We'll last through the storms.
We'll last through the north winds
That bring down the ice and snow.
We'll last through the long nights
Till the green field's growing again.
Growing again.”

“Got tight on absinthe last night. Did knife tricks.”

“Did I do anything last night that suggested I was sane?”

“Life is a jest;
Take the delight of it.
Laughter is best;
Sing through the night of it.
Swiftly the tear
And the hurt and the ache of it
Find us down here;
Life must be what we make of it.”

“Tara: No more talk of gloomy Angel, though. Only happy thoughts. Sunshine, picnic, that spell we did last night. With the oil?”

“Driven through by her own sword,
summer died last night, alone.”

“In the United States, the last recorded clitoridectomy for curing masturbation was performed in 1948--on a five year old girl.”

“The craving to risk death is our last great perversion. We come from night, we go into night. Why live in night?”

“AT LAST, SIR TERRY, WE MUST WALK TOGETHER.

Terry took Death’s arm and followed him through the doors and on to the black desert under the endless night.

The End.”