Цитаты из книги Dark Star

I forget that my name is Virgil Yorke. I forget that I am not a city, That I am not Vox. I become the streets, The sky and everything else in between.

We drive in silence the rest of the way, Joined in mutual hate for our city.

A dark took up residence in my head: Some unmovable piece of nothingness.

I’m like a dog chasing a car right now. Hell if I know why, but I’d keep running Forever to know why you burn so bright.

Their calling voices rise to a climax, Become a wordless rush of noise instead: The city’s collective accusation Of dissatisfaction, howling for more.