It is a beautiful world for the people who get to play the fist.

Because?' I prompt 'Because I'm sorry, but I can't help it, and I really need to kiss you right now.

I'll find you," he says, watching me with the eyes I remember. "I won't let you go again

You see, we didn't know.

At a certain point your brain stops to rationalize things. At a certain point it gives up, shuts off, shuts down.

We're killers, all of us: We kill our lives, our past selves, the things that mattered. We bury them under slogans and excuses.

Now, after so many years, I understand what the Coldness was and where it came from—this sense that everything is lost, and worthless, and meaningless.