...it will be a world made not bright but brighter, not clean but cleaner.

The truth was stranger than the official fiction.

I'm alive but I have no life. I'm alive but also dead. I'm dead and alive.

Jocko likes salty, Jocko likes sweet, but never bring Jocko any hot sauce, like with jalapenos, because it makes Jocko squirt funny-smelling stuff out his ears.

It's so damn hard to bloom... to change. Even when you want to change, want it more than anything in the world, it's hard. Desire to change isn't enough. Or desperation. Couldn't be done without...love,

In this world only the paranoid survive.