Of course, if I eat all of him, if I spare his brain, he'll rise up and follow me back to the airport, and that might make feel better. I'll introduce him to everyone, and maybe we'll stand around and groan for a while. It's hard to say what 'friends' are any more, but that might be close.

It’s not about keeping up the population, it’s about passing on who we are and what we've learned, so things keep going. So we don’t just end.

Enough white lies can scorch the earth black.

One mistake, one brief lapse of my new found judgement-that's all it took to unravel everything. What a massive responsibility, being a moral creature.

It’s sad to see them staring wistfully through the window when the door isn’t locked.

I wish people were willing to dig a little deeper than the surface elements of a premise before tossing one story in with another.

I want life and in all its stupid sticky rawness.