Saturday morning was their unrestricted television time, and they usually took advantage of it to watch a series of cartoon shows that would certainly have been impossible before the discovery of LSD.

And I was having too much fun to stop now.

I did not like this feeling of having feelings.

Nothing else loves me, or ever will. Not even - especially - me. I know what I am and that is not a thing to love.

It revealed a cruelty that really made one wonder if the universe was such a good idea after all.

I mean, really: what kind of person could possibly dislike me?

Because I am an inhuman monster, I tend to be logical.