She had the feeling that the door was looking at her$$$ which she knew was silly$$$ and knew on a deeper level was somehow true.

I already killed you once today$$$ what does it take to teach some people?

I guess it's just another one of life's little mysteries.<br/>"I'm tired of mysteries."<br/>"Yeah? I think they add a kind of zest to the world. Like salt in a stew."

For some folks death is release$$$ and for others death is an abomination$$$ a terrible thing. But in the end$$$ I'm there for all of them.

I wonder if I shall ever see her again$$$ and I realize that I scarcely care. I can feel the sheets beneath me$$$ and the cold air on my chest. I feel fine. I feel absolutely fine. I feel nothing at all.

I wondered if that was true: if they were all really children wrapped up in adult bodies$$$ like children's books hidden in the middle of dull$$$ long adult books$$$ the kind with no pictures or conversations.

She patted him on the arm. "You're fucked up$$$ Mister. But you're cool."<br/>"I believe that's what they call the human condition$$$" said Shadow.

I have heard the languages of apocalypse$$$ and now I shall embrace the silence.

Nobody will ever hurt her. She'll just smile her faint vague wonderful smile and walk away.

My people$$$ we stay indoors. We have keyboards. We have darkness. It's quiet.