Death meant little to me. It was the last joke in a series of bad jokes.

I feel strangely normal.

That's the way it ends. The thin edge of the wedge.

There's nothing else as pleasant as being unpleasant when there's nothing else to do, and there's usually nothing else to do.

Some people never go crazy, What truly horrible lives they must live.

People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective.

Most people's deaths are a sham. There's nothing left to die.