you fall into the mirror, come through the other side staring at a lightbulb.

I don't remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was.

It is possible to be truly mad and to still exist upon scraps of life.

but isn't there always one good thing to look back on? think of how many cups of coffee we drank together.

I lie as truthfully as I can.

Morals were restrictive, but they were grounded on human experience.

Beware Those Who Are ALWAYS READING BOOKS