He’d Developed A Strangely Tender Feeling Towards

We Were The People Who Were Not In The Papers. We Lived In The Blank White Spaces At The Edges Of Print. It Gave Us More Freedom. We Lived In The Gaps Between The Stories.

You Fit Into Me Like A Hook Into An Eye A Fish Hook An Open Eye

Anyway, Maybe There Weren't Any Solutions. Human Society, Corpses And Rubble. It Never Learned, It Made The Same Cretinous Mistakes Over And Over, Trading Short-term Gain For Long-term Pain.

I Would Rather Dance As A Ballerina, Though Faultily, Than As A Flawless Clown.

I Am Not A Saint Or A Cripple, I Am Not A Wound; Now I Will See Whether I Am A Coward.