We were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.
He smiled, and his face was like the sun.
I am made of memories.
But it was not kindness he lacked; it was interest.
Those seconds, half seconds, that the line of our gaze connected, were the only moment in my day that I felt anything at all.
There is no answer. Whichever you choose, you are wrong.
I did not plan to live after he was gone.
And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.
Bury us, and mark our names above. Let us be free.
There are no bargains between lions and men. I will kill you and eat you raw.
We are men only, a brief flare of the torch. Those to come may raise us or lower us as they please.
If you have to go, I will go with you. My fears forgotten in the golden harbor of his arms.