As her analyst had told her: the deeper buried the distress, the further into the body it went. The digestive system was about as far as it could go to hide.

No longer will you be a weird Robinson Crusoe, imprisoned on an island of night surrounded by oceans of death.

Normalcy was a majority concept, the standard of many and not the standard of just one man.

If men only felt about death as they do about sleep, all terrors would cease. . . Men sleep contentedly, assured that they will wake the following morning. They should feel the same about their lives.

…Those who’ve marred their appearance in any way by their actions in life aren’t forced to witness that marring. If they were, they’d become self-conscious and be unable to concentrate on improving themselves.

I had to write about realistic circumstances. Thats the way my brain works. And I think that gave me a sort of place in the field.

To me there is nothing that goes against nature. If it seems incomprehensible, its only because we havent been able to understand it yet.