I felt the mask crumple, the great poisonous store of corrosive ashes begin to spew out of my mouth.

I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have.

Slowly, slowly, catch the monkey.

I tried to speak in a cool, calm way, but the zombie rose up in my throat and choked me off.

I am made, crudely, for success.

I like people too much or not at all.

A ring of gold with the sun in it? Lies. Lies and a grief.