The devil stole into the Garden of Eden. He carried with him the disease - amor deliria nervosa - in the form of a seed. It grew and flowered into a magnificent apple tree, which bore apples as bright as blood. -From Genesis: A Complete History of the World and the Known Universe, by Steven Horace, PhD, Harvard University

It's amazing how close I have been, all this time, to my old life. And yet the distance that divides me from it is vast.

This is the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you.

She liked that word: we. It sounded warm and open, like a hug.

There is nothing else for people to do. They do not think. They feel no passion, no hatred, no sadness; they feel nothing but fear, and a desire to control. So they watch, and poke, and pry.

My stomach gets that hollowed-out feeling. It's amazing how words can do that, just shred your insides apart.

Alex loved books. He was the one who first introduced me to poetry. That's another reason I can't read anymore.