I am also working on a couple of short stories for anthologies. This is new to me and Im enjoying it.

Riding the train gives him too much time to think, he has decided. Too much thinking can ruin you.

Geez, if I could get through to you, kiddo, that depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling. Reduction, see? Of all feeling. People who keep stiff upper lips find that it's damn hard to smile.

And if you ever do a survey, you'll find that people prefer illusion to reality, ten to one. Twenty, even.

Two separate, distinct personalities, not separate at all, but inextricably bound, soul and body and mind, to each other, how did we get so far apart so fast?

To have a reason to get up in the morning, it is necessary to have some kind of guiding principle. A belief of some kind

Haven't lost your sense of humor after all but your sense of identity is what seems to have been misplaced. No. Wrong. You don't lose what you never had.