The commitment had disappeared, and although he still watched the imagined glory of stealing, she could see now he was not believing. He was trying to believe it, and that’s never a good sign.

I certainly wasn't born with creative writing. Maybe there's a certain amount of learning and then it's up to the person. I think in the end it's your favourite books that are the best teachers. That's the way I've learned the most, by far.

Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.

Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.

***A Last note from your narrator*** I am haunted by humans.

A DEFINITION NOT FOUND IN THE DICTIONARY Not leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children

Only in today's sick society can a man be persecuted for reading too many books.