It howled execration upon the dim camarine world of its nativity wail on wail while he lay there gibbering with palsied jawhasps, his hands putting back the night like some witless Paraclete beleaguered with all...

When I came out into the outside room again, I saw her shoe still lying there, where it had come off in the course of our brief wrestle. It looked so pathetic there by itself...

The limbo of life is like a song, a melody that comes around occasionally but that sticks in your head and never goes away.

One reason we’re not winning the fight against depression is that our available treatments leave so many in partial recovery limbo.

Maybe heaven was innocence, limbo was ignorance, and hell was fiery illumination.

Life is like a game of limbo in reverse. The bar keeps rising higher and we need to keep rising to the occasion.

They were both from the real world, their own distinct ones, but I was somewhere in limbo. Set apart, I didn’t know how to let either of them in.