You had a good dinner of properly fried food, and if you want to live long enough to have another one, you’ve got to weaponize properly.

We don't have weapons, we don't have training in self defense, we didn't go through a police academy, and we're dealing with the same people they are.

There's more to me than you see, another me down inside somewhere, full of hate, ready to hurt, cut, smash, or if maybe there's no Other and there's just me alone, then I'm not the person I thought I was, I'm something twisted and terrible, terrible.

Narcissists are everywhere in this ripe age of self-love, which amazes me because so much in life would seem to foster humility.

I am the One, and I see all.
But the blind man in Apartment 1-A is blind in many ways, as are all human beings, even those with functioning eyes. They are blind to their folly, to their ignorance, to their history, to the future that they will make for themselves. A future born of self-loathing.

Always, the eye sees more than the mind can comprehend, and we go through life self-blinded to much that lies before us. We want a simple world, but we live in a magnificently complex one, and rather than open ourselves to it, we perceive the world through filters that make it less daunting.