Everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end.
In spite of everything, I still have my good old sense of humor.
If Doctor Nolan asked me for the matches, I would say that I'd thought they were made of candy and had eaten them.
The sheets grow heavy as a lecher's kiss.
I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralyzed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness.
I felt like a racehorse in a world without racetracks.