But the law is an odd thing. For instance, one country in Europe has a law that requires all its bakers to sell bread at the exact same price. A certain island has a law that forbids anyone from removing its fruit. And a town not too far from where you live has a law that bars me from coming within five miles of its borders.

Lately it has become more and more difficult to attend dinner parties without the evening ending in gunfire or tapioca.

Composer” is a word which here means “a person who sits in a room, muttering and humming and figuring out what notes the orchestra is going to play.” This is called composing. But last night, the Composer was not muttering. He was not humming. He was not moving, or even breathing. This is called decomposing.

I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday.

It looked exhausting and pointless, two things that should be avoided at all costs

An Overall Feeling of Doom that One Cannot Ever Escape no Matter What One Does

The idea that the curtain rises on what is often more or less a happy scene, and it will fall just a few hours later, and everyone will be dead or have gone mad... I find that kind of narrative very appealing.