Bruce: "You remember what I told you?"
Finney Shaw: "That some day I have to stand up for myself."
Bruce: "Some day is today, Fin."
The Grabber: "Would you hand me my hat? Yes, sir. I am a part-time magician."
Finney Shaw: "Are those black balloons in there?"
The Grabber: "Would you like to see a magic trick?"
The tree. The door. The gate. I'd never seen it before, except in my dream!
The Black Phone, by Gwen ShawLifted her gaze to the last telephone pole on the street. A mass of black balloons were caught there, snarled in the lines. The wind was wrestling to wrench them free, and they bobbled and weaved, pulling hard to escape. The wires held the balloons implacably where they were. She recoiled at the sight of them. They were dreadful - somehow they were dreadful - a dead spot in the sky.
Joe Hill in The Black Phone