What a terrible thing life can be.
Perhaps because I'll never be one, humans are interesting to me.
Rectory always sounded to me like a place where you would find a proctologist.
I had killed our careful relationship by driving my tongue through its heart and pushing it off a cliff.
Anybody can be charming if they don't mind faking it, saying all the stupid, obvious, nauseating things that a conscience keeps most people from saying. Happily, I don't have a conscience. I say them.
It was almost enough to make me feel emotion.