Fear of death is form of stasis horrors. The dead weight of time.
I'm an old-fashioned person, and I don't like informers.
My relationship with cats has saved me from a deadly and pervasive ignorance.
I'm creating an imaginary — it's always imaginary — world in which I would like to live.
As soon as you have a problem, it's insoluble. These things should never have been allowed to happen.
A junky runs on junk time. When the junk is cut off, the clock runs down and stops. All he can do is hang on and wait for non-junky time to start. A sick junky has no escape from external time, no place to go. He can only wait.