I wanted so badly for there to be more. I ached for there to be more than my crappy little life.' He shakes his head. 'And there was more. I just couldn't see it.
Stories were wild, wild animals and went off in directions you couldn't expect.
A man is capable of thought. A crowd is not.
It is a true story, the monster said. Many things that are true feel like a cheat.
You tell a man the truth about himself and, well, they find they have trouble accepting it.
Your mind will believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truths that make those lies necessary. And your mind will punish you for believing both.