I began peering into the corners of the room, making sure all the shadows were cast by objects and obeying known laws of physics.

Feelings, emotions - they are neither right nor wrong. They cannot be assigned a value. Feelings *are*. By labeling a feeling wrong, you force yourself to ignore that feeling. And what you most need is to feel it, let it burn through you, then get on with life.

It's often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all.

Dying is overrated. Human sentimentality has twisted it into the ultimate act of love. Biggest load of bullshit in the world. Dying for someone isn't the hard thing. The man that dies escapes. Plain and simple. Game over. End of pain...Try living for someone. Through it all-good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering. That's the hard thing.

He knows what I'm thinking. Always. We're connected. The atoms between us ferry messages back and forth.

I'd vowed years ago to go to the grave the same way I'd been born, just a lot more wrinkly.

Jericho Barrons was my poison now.