Stop the nurse like the monkey.

I think people understand things different when they get older. It’s not a question of getting soft, or seeing things in the gray areas instead of black and white. I really believe I’m just understanding things different. Better.

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

...my conscience has the same hard reality as a unicorn.

After a long moment I closed the freezer door. I wanted to lie down and press my cheek against the cool linoleum. Instead I reached out with my little finger and flipped the Barbie's head. It went thack thack against the door. I flipped it again. Thack thack. Whee. I had a new hobby.

I really am guilty, of many somethings, all of them lethal and very enjoyable and technically not quite legal.

And as always seems to happen when I have reached the point where I am ready to take decisive action, everything began to happen at once.