“But now, each time I fall asleep, and each time I wake up again, I see those faces. Their pale skin, their closed mouths, their legs stretched out straight...it's so clear, so vivid, it's like they're really there. Just like the face of the man with blood dripping from his jaw, his eyes half closed...etched into the insides of my eyelids. Inside, where I can't get at it. Where I'll never be able to scrape it off.”
Book:Human Acts