A Time of Torment

He wasn’t so naïve as to think that you could lie down with dogs and not get fleas.

It is not despair that destroys us, but its opposite. Hope is the winding, despair the unwinding. Despair brings with it the possibility of an ending. Taken to the extreme, its logical conclusion is death. But hope sustains. It can be exploited.

The chill from the north that had been cutting him to the bone had arrived at last, not in the form of winter but in the shape of a man.

His grandfather used to say that there were angels whom devils would greet on the street.