I waved to everybody. Some of them even waved back. They knew me, had seen me go by before, always cheerful, a big hello for everybody. He was such a nice man. Very friendly. I can’t believe he did those horrible things . . .

IN MY LIFELONG STUDY OF HUMAN BEINGS, I HAVE FOUND that no matter how hard they might try, they have found no way yet to prevent the arrival of Monday morning. And they do try, of course, but Monday always comes, and all the drones have to scuttle back to their dreary workaday lives of meaningless toil and suffering.

The faster it ran away from me. And I found myself reasoning that perhaps one more beer would unlock the doors of perception.

…a cheerful black shadow reared up behind him as he spoke, thundering a happy challenge to my Dark Passenger, which slid forward and bellowed back.

I was filled with dread at the thought my mind had skipped town and left me behind to pay the rent." --Dexter

And what did you do last night, Dexter? Oh, I played with my dolls while a friend chopped up my sister.

Our universe is ruled by random whim, inhabited by people who laugh at logic.