There Are Two Kinds Of Hangover: In

It's Like The Day You Realize Dolls Are Dolls. I Pick Up My Old Self And I See It's Silly. A Toy I've Played With Too Often. It's A Little Sad, Like An Old Golliwog At The Bottom Of The Cupboard. Innocent And Used-up And Proud And Silly.

Always We Try To Put The Wild In A Cage.

The Great Majority Of Modern Third-person Narration Is "i" Narration Very Thinly Disguised.

I Think We Are Just Insects, We Live A Bit And Then Die And That’s The Lot. There’s No Mercy In Things. There’s Not Even A Great Beyond. There’s Nothing.

Time Is Not A Road - It Is A Room.