I must be dead for there is nothing but blue snow and the furious silence of a gunshot.

Disappear, she says. I love that word.

I am so stupid, so easily fooled. It's really almost funny. If I could lift a finger I would gladly kill myself.

Reality is in the business of killing off fiction.

Anything you can imagine is probably true. And the worst you can imagine is probably worth money.

A friend is like anything else. A dog, a plant. You ignore them and they tend to die on you.

The digital sunset always looks better than the real thing, always. Because a sunset generated by the basic package of yellow sun and blue sky is unreliable. Today it may be stunning, hypnotic. Tomorrow it may be lifeless and dull, a white sky scorched with yellow. Tomorrow the sky will be velvet.