I did not know that my entire personality, my entire being, could be discarded as the byproduct of my anatomy. What if I really am just someone with a large prefrontal cortex...and nothing more?

I don't have a bullet in my head, do I? So I'm fine.

Politeness is deception in pretty packaging.

Sometimes I forget that I can hurt you. That you are capable of being hurt

This was the first place I everfelt strong. Every time I breathe this air I feel it again.

And then the screaming begins.

We could visit him," suggests Will. "But what would we say? 'I didn't know you that well, but I'm sorry you got stabbed in the eye'?