Cassie Wright knows, the moment you make yourself available to any man, he starts to take you for granted

After long enough, everyone in the world will be you enemy.

How you're still always trapped. How your head is the cave, your eyes the cave mouth. How you live inside your head and only see what you want. How you only watch the shadows and make up your own meaning.

Shotgunning anybody in this room would be the moral equivalent of killing a car, a Barbie doll, a vacuum cleaner. We're all such products.

I want my whole life lined with a topical anesthetic.

You can spend your whole life building a wall of facts between you and anything real.

I don't do much more than organise other people's ideas and insights and thoughts, and sort of harvest them, and inventory them and present them.