It's my petty fear of personal rejection that allows so many true evils to exist. My cowardice enables atrocities.

Her mom and dad are both doctors and want her to follow her dream, not turn out the way they have, no matter how much it costs them.

If people thought you were dying, they gave you their full attention.

I have an experience with as many of my readers as possible that's really genuine. I love it when they write to me, and I'm able to send them things. I love meeting them in person, and even if it's only for a moment I love having that physical, touching interaction.

During the First World War, I told her, Hitler had been a runner, delivering messages between the German trenches, and he was disgusted by seeing his fellow soldiers visit French brothels. To keep the Aryan bloodlines pure,and prevent the spread of venereal disease, he commissioned an inflatable doll that Nazi troops could take into battle. Hitler himself designed the dolls to have blond hair and large breasts. The Allied firebombing of Dresden destroyed the factory before the dolls could ever go into wide distribution.

Am I sleeping? Have I slept at all? This is insomnia.

Where we're standing right now, in the ruins in the dark, what we build could be anything.