God doesn't call the equipped, son. God equips the called. And you have been called.

You are the nest. You are the hatchling. You are the chrysalis. You are the progeny. You are the rot that falls from stars. You may not understand what I mean. You will.

Cruelty isn't a personality trait. Cruelty is a habit.

He asks me what happened to my leg. I told him I was shot by a shark. He doesn't react. Doesn't seem confused or amused or anything. Like getting shot by a shark is a perfectly natural thing in the aftermath of the arrival.

Soon I will fall asleep and I will wake from this terrible dream. The endless night will fall, and I will rise. I long for that night. I do not fear it. I have had my fill of fear. I have stared too long into the abyss, and now the abyss stares back at me.

Because we will die, but at least we will die unbroken.

And red is not the color of apples or roses or the dresses that pretty girls wear in the summertime. That is not the color of red at all.