Nothing made me happen. I happened.

I'm doing one of three things: I'm writing. I'm staring out the window. Or I'm writhing on the floor.

You would think such a day would tremble to begin . . .

Human emotions are a gift from our animal ancestors. Cruelty is a gift humanity has given itself.

It's hard to have anything isn't it? Rare to get it, hard to keep it. This is a damn slippery planet.

I found, and find, the scrutiny of Dr. Lecter uncomfortable, intrusive, like the humming of your thoughts when they x-ray your head.

I love myself that much and I will never apologize to you.