The past is made out of facts...I guess the future is just hope.

The moment the light went out, everyone stopped pretending.

Just... ate," M says, frowning at me a little. "Two days...ago." I grab my stomach again. "Feel empty. Feel... dead." He nods. "Marr...iage.

It's not like I'm such a shiny happy person either, you know? I'm a wreck too, I'm just... still alive.

Why is it beautiful that humanity keeps coming back? So does herpes.

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.

The shadows of the room pool in the lines of our faces, draining our eyes of hue. "There's nothing left worth saying.