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 . . .

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

Weren't we all crazy in our sleep? What was sleep, after all, but the process by which we dumped our insanity into a dark subconscious pit and came out on the other side ready to eat cereal instead of our neighbor's children?

Money to me had always been merely something the sheep used to show each other how wonderful they were.

Killing makes me feel good.

But as I have noticed on more than one occaision, life itself is unfair, and there is no complaint department, so we might as well accept things the way they happen, clean up the mess, and move on.

I had become a perfect fake human, saying the stupid and pointless things that humans say to each other all day long.