All life connects ... Nothing happens that is meaningless.

I've always found paranoia to be a perfectly defensible position.

I wrote to explain my own life to myself, stories are the vessels I use to interpret the world to myself.

Why do they not teach you that time is a finger snap and an eye blink, and that you should not allow a moment to pass you by without taking joyous, ecstatic note of it, not wasting a single moment of its swift, breakneck circuit?

I learned that if I could read, I could cook. I surprised myself I like it.

The English language on her tongue became a smoke-screen, without her eyes changing expression in the least.

Evil would always come to me disguised in systems and dignified by law.