I Am Self-educated From Genre Books.

I Could Tell Hugo Was Convinced That He Would Get To Walk Back Up These Stairs: After All, He Was A Civilized Person. These Were All Civilized People. Hugo Really Couldn't Imagine That Anything Irreparable Could Happen To Him, Because He Was A Middle-class White American With A College Education, As Were All The People On The Stairs With Us. I Had No Such Conviction. I Was Not A Wholly Civilized Person.

Okay I've Been Stupid In The Past. Not Consistently Stupid, But Occasionally Stupid. And I've Made Mistakes. You Bet, I've Made Mistakes.

No Matter What Happens In Public—no Matter What—don’t Doubt That I Love You And Care About Your Welfare . . . As Much As I Am Able.

Better To Be Screwed Physically Than Financially.

I Added To My Mental List Of The Odd Things I'd Done That Day. I'd Entertained The Police, Sunbathed, Visited At A Mall With Some Fairies, Weeded And Killed Someone. Now It Was Powdered-corpse Removal Time. And The Day Wasn't Over Yet.