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

Five hundred souls. I carried them in my fingers, like suitcases. Or I'd throw them over my shoulder. It was only the the children I carried in my arms.

At first, she could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him?

Every time you find something that doesn't work, you're a step closer to what does work.

I walked home, seeing all my doubt from the other side. Have you ever seen that? Like when you go on holiday. On the way back, everything is the same but it looks a little different than it did on the way. It's because you're seeing it backwards.

Have you ever noticed that idiots have a lot of friends? It's just an observation.

It was a Monday and they walked on a tightrope to the sun.