You have to figure that there is something seriously wrong with somebody who wants to enter a profession that deals with whether people are screwing enough. Dealing with spirits, spooks, and demons almost seemed normal.

I figured it is always better to be unpopular by your own choice.

It is not easy being trapped in a school that is caught between cornfields and cows.

Who in their right mind counts the tiles on the floor when they go visiting a neighbor?

Apparently I couldn’t even pretend to be normal.

You know, my main goal in life is trying not to end up in a straightjacket.

Maybe anything that anybody ever has is for now. What happened before is gone, and what will happen later is an illusion.