How seldom we recognize the sound when the bolt of our fate slides home.
The very air had screams smeared on it. He flinched from the noise in this silent room.
He was numb except for dreading the loss of numbness.
It's fear, Jack. The man deals with a huge amount of fear.' Because he got hurt?' No, not entirely. Fear comes with imagination, it's a penalty, it's the price of imagination.
You cant reduce me to a set of influences.
I love myself that much and I will never apologize to you.