This terrifying world is not devoid of charms, of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile.

After every war someone has to tidy up.

It's just not easy to explain to someone else what you don't understand yourself.

They say the first love's most important. That's very romantic, but not my experience.

I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.

I am a tarsier and a tarsier's son, the grandson and great-grandson of tarsiers, a tiny creature, made up of two pupils and whatever simply could not be left out.

There's simply too much fuss about myself.