Get in, get out. Don't linger. Go on.

In the beginning, when I was trying to write, I couldnt turn off the outside world to the extent that I can now.

There is no God, and conversation is a dying art.

My heart is broken,” she goes. “It’s turned to a piece of stone. I’m no good. That’s what’s as bad as anything, that I’m no good anymore.

That's all we have, finally, the words, and they had better be the right ones.

All of us, all of us, all of us trying to save our immortal souls, some ways seemingly more round about and mysterious than others. We are having a good time here. But hope all will be revealed soon.

and did you get what you wanted from this life even so? i did.