Anytime my work can coax bodily fluids out of someone, I'm happy.

That's why I write, because life never works except in retrospect. You can't control life, at least you can control your version.

This is how it is with insomnia. Everything is so far away, a copy of a copy of a copy. The insomnia distance of everything, you can't touch anything and nothing can touch you.

The lower you fall, the higher you'll fly.

Each wedding picture was less of a memento than a scar. Proof of some horror movie scenario Katherine Kenton has survived.

Did perpetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe get so boring that eating the apple was justified?

There are only patterns, patterns on top of patterns, patterns that affect other patterns. Patterns hidden by patterns. Patterns within patterns. If you watch close, history does nothing but repeat itself. What we call chaos is just patterns we haven't recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can't decipher. what we can't understand we call nonsense. What we can't read we call gibberish. There is no free will. There are no variables.