By and large... the good's an illusion, little fables folks tell themselves so they can get through their days without screaming too much.

Shall there be truth between us, as two men? Not as friends, but as enemies and equals?

Do you need someone to make you a paper badge with the word WRITER on it before you can believe you are one? God I hope not.

Rage-the biggest, truest rage of her adult life-had invaded her like a fever, but it wasn't like any fever she had known previously. It circulated like weird serum, cold on the right side of her body, then hot on the left, where her heart was. It seemed to come nowhere near her head, which remained clear.

In the end we always wear out our worries. That’s what Wireman says.

Don't ask me silly questions I won't play silly games I'm just a simple choo choo train And I'll always be the same. I only want to race along Beneath the bright blue sky And be a happy choo choo train Until the day I die.

This inhuman place makes human monsters.