I was reduced to pure concept. My flesh had dissolved; my form had dissipated. I floated in space. Liberated of my corporeal being, but without dispensation to go anywhere else.I was adrift in the void. Somewhere across the fine line separating nightmare from reality.

Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.

Distance might not solve anything, no matter how far you run.

Will you wait for me forever?

Never trust a man who carries a handkerchief, I always say. One of many prejudicial rules of thumb.

We're all kind of weird and twisted and drowning.

I'm going to take you out of here ... I'm going to take you home, to the world where you belong, where cats with bent tails live, and there are little backyards, and alarm clocks ring in the morning.