World needs more angels, even plywood ones.

The future is not as loud as war, but it is relentless. It has a terrible fury all its own.

Fashion is only different skins for different flavours of you.

She would disappear folded like origami into her own dreams

Can't reinvent the wheel. But you can put your own spin on it.

So are you an inmate or a rubbernecker?" she asks. "Rubbernecker," I answer without hesitation. "You?" "I'm a screw. Or on staff, anyway. Used to be an inmate. Repeat offender. Crimes against my body. Puking sickness followed by heroin, which led to more puking sickness." I'd be surprised at her forthrightness, but that's addicts for you. The twelve steps crack 'em open and then they can't shut up.

People don't want novelty - they want the reassurance of familiarity. No-one wants to be challenged, no-one wants to have their minds blown. There is an insatiable appetite for affirmation.