How does he do it? Live. With the fear of death every day. I don't fear death as much as I fear the thought of living.

Who becomes you? No one. No one should become me. When I die, I don't want my body or soul inhabited. I wouldn't wish me on anyone.

Don't choose me. I'm not worth your time.

Secrets. I can't take then with me. If I do, when I go, when I arrive at my final destination, I'll be . . . impure.

You would never understand, Kim. You think I'm normal; you wish I was.

Who will see you through the darkness? "Me," I key in the answer. "I'll find my own way.

Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.