Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.

I s'pose, I can't have it all my own way, can I? You can't drown in a person unless they let you.

Oh, come on, Arthur." "I don't want to hear it, Andy." "Jesus Christ" "He doesn't want to hear it, either.

Humans have a talent for escalation. -Death

I am hunted by humans.

Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.

She let herself love me for three minutes. Can three minutes last forever? I ask myself, but already know the answer. Probably not, I reply. But maybe they last long enough.