Since I am not actually a real human being, my emotional responses are generally limited to what I have learned to fake.

Another dream. Another long-distance call on my phantom party line. No wonder i had steadfastly refused to have dreams for most of my life. So stupid; such pointless, obvious symbols. Totally uncontrollable anxiety soup, hateful, blatant nonsense.

As I've said, freedom is really an illusion. Anytime we think we have a real choice, it just means we haven't seen the shotgun aimed at our navel.

Life teaches us that human thought almost never walks hand in hand with logic, and it is usually counterproductive to raise the point.

It was always hard work to push through a crowed of reporters with the scent of blood in their nostrils. You might not think so, since on camera they appear to be brain-damaged wimps with severe eating disorders. But put them at a police barricade and a miraculous thing happens...The strength comes from some mysterious place-and somehow, when there is gore on the ground, these anorexic creatures can push their way through anything. Without mussing their hair, too.

In its own way the kiss had been an act of murder.

What do you want a clock for?” “To find out what time it is,” I said. “I think that’s the usual purpose.