I love and hate this place because it is full of words.

Death waits for no man - and if he does, he doesn't usually wait for very long.

You can do anything when it's not real. When it is real, nothing breaks your fall. Nothing gets between you and the ground.

If you can't imagine it, think clumsy silence. Think bits and pieces of floating despair. And drowning in a train.

Around us I can sniff out a savagery in the noisy southern air. It knifes it's way into my nose, but I do not bleed blood. It's fear I bleed, and it gushes out over my lip. I wipe it away, in a hurry.

Humans have a talent for escalation. -Death

...to swear with a ferocity that can only be described as a talent.