Paul Dembina

“...for the longest time we’ve been needing a new atmosphere, a new air, or was it that we needed a new us...”
― Joseph McElroy, Women and Men

“Outside . . . the street . . . the city . . . the darkness! O how the night was with me, taunting the rolls of thought that cuddled my brain. My memory like an old piano roll . . . four hot hands at the keys . . . wobbly fingers in my mind . . . my whole life ragtime in broken shoes . . . tiny mallets striking the strings of my soul . . . Ah, Tim, I tell you there's a tune left in the old box yet.”
― Kirby Doyle, Happiness Bastard

“The interchangeable ballistics of human love fade in scholastic tears like a child's wash-drawing left to the rain.”
― Kirby Doyle, Happiness Bastard

“Hermes, the Psychopomp.”
― Stephen Fry, Mythos: The Greek Myths Retold