I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I ever simply estimate it.
Have faith, Ed, all right?' I search the coffee mug, but there's none in there.
I'm not one of these 'the characters write themselves; the story just fell out of me' kind of writers. Wish it was like that.
So many humans. So many colors.
Two weeks to change the world, fourteen days to destroy it.
You might argue that I make the rounds no matter what year it is, but sometimes the human race likes to crank things up a little. They increase the production of bodies and their escaping souls.