The electricity came on for the second time today wile we were eating. This may be a fool's paradise, but it's a paradise nonetheless.

We may not have a future, but you can't deny we have a past.

We're all alive. We're all healthy. These are the good times.

The last living boy in America drops into my bedroom only he wants to be a monk. I think that pretty much sums up my life.

I hate the moon. I hate tides and earthquakes and volcanoes. I hate a world where things that have absolutely nothing to do with me can destroy my life and the lives of people I love.

I'm the one not caring. I'm the one pretending the Earth isn't shattering all around me because I don't want it to be. I don't want to know there was an earthquake in Missouri. I don't want to know the Midwest can die, also, that what's going on isn't just tides and tsunamis. I don't want to have any more to be afraid of. I didn't start this diary for it to be a record of death.

What about desserts?" I asked. "If the world comes to an end, I'm going to want cookies.