You can never let anyone suspect , his mother told him. That was the first rule she taught him, and the last, before she left him here alone with It.
Some people who know me might assume the sorts of books I would find engrossing for a plane ride would be things like the complete works of Proust, or at least Faulkner.
And the strange moon hanging overhead / Is every shade from palest chrysoprase / Through emerald to almost black
