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 . . .

Of course, having information to use is one thing. Knowing what it means and how to use it is a different story.

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

For the first time I could remember, I felt weak, woozy and stupid— like a human-being. Like a very small and helpless human-being.

The key to a happy life is to have accomplishments to be proud of and purpose to look forward to, and at the moment I had both. How wonderful it was to be me.

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

No big deal. We all have blood in us, the trick is keeping it inside.