Because after you've crossed some lines, you just keep crossing them. And there's no escaping from constant escape. Distracting ourselves. Avoiding confrontation. Getting past the moment. Jacking off. Television. Denial.

Some stories, she’d say, the more you tell them, the faster you use them up. Those kind, the drama burns off, and every version, they sound more silly and flat. The other kind of story, it uses you up. The more you tell it, the stronger it gets. Those kind of stories only remind you how stupid you were. Are. Will always be.

You kill strangers deliberately so you don't accidentally kill the people you love.

If you died right now, how would you feel about your life?

Demon or angel or evil spirit, I just need something to show itself. Ghoulie or ghosty or long-legged beastie, I just want my hand held.

The world of American politics is more contentious than it has ever been in my lifetime.

I just want one person I can rescue and I want one person who needs me. Who can't live without me. I want to be a hero, but not just one time.