...loneliness is not a function of solitude.
I believe I want adult sanity, which seems to me the only unalloyed form of heroism available today.
Boo, I think I no longer believe in monsters as faces in the floor or feral infants or vampires or whatever. I think at seventeen now I believe the only real monsters might be the type of liar where there's simply no way to tell. The ones who give nothing away.
Everything takes time. Bees have to move very fast to stay still.
I am not what you see and hear.
For me, boviscopophobia is an even stronger motive than semi-agoraphobia for staying on the ship when we're in port.