Reality is not an inspiration for literature. At its best, literature is an inspiration for reality.
...the only way to prove you are normal is to smash someone's face in
As long as you live, you hope. You think that everything will just...get better.
Disease-carrying thoughts swarm and multiply in the dark and twisted labyrinths of our minds, and all that is needed is a mob and a good political slogan for the epidemic to be spread once again, with a burst of automatic weapons or a mushroom cloud.
Men sometimes die much earlier than they are burried.
They thought I suffered from lack of exterior, when I suffered from excess of interior