When there are no consequences, being wrong is simply a diversion.

When they kissed she immediately felt his tongue, tensed and strong, pushing past her teeth, like some bully shouldering his way into a room. Entering her.

Is there any meaning in my life that the inevitable death awaiting me does not destory?

The luxury of being half-asleep, exploring the fringes of psychosis in safety.

Nothing that can be, can come between me and the full prospect of my hopes.

He's never quite got the trick of conversation, tending to hear in dissenting views, however mild, a kind of affront, an invitation to mortal combat.

This is how the entire course of a life can be changed - by doing nothing.