That was when they suspended the Constitution. They said it would be temporary. There wasn't even any rioting in the streets. People stayed home at night, watching television, looking for some direction. There wasn't even an enemy you could put your finger on.

and each of his voices left his body in a different colored soul and floated up towards the sun still singing.

The prospect of his future life stretched before him like a sentence; not a prison sentence but a long-winded sentence with a lot of unnecessary subordinate clauses, as he was soon in the habit of quipping during Happy Hour pickup time at the local campus bars and pubs. He couldn’t say he was looking forward to it, this rest-of-his-life.

Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress.

Publishing a book is like stuffing a note into a bottle and hurling it into the sea.

Another belief of mine; that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise.

In the end, we'll all become stories.