Her one drink had Cecelia giggling and talking and she was explaining that animals had souls too. Nobody challenged her opinion. It was possible, we knew. What we weren't sure of was if we had any.

Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?

I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice.

I'm too careless. I don't put out enough effort. I'm tired.

I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or silly games of some sort.

It seemed better to delay thinking.

I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train ran down along the coast we came to the ocean and then he looked at me and said, it’s not pretty.