We are all keys on a chain around a giant woman's sweaty, dusty neck.

A child is someone who falls excited when told to keep calm, and falls calm when told to panic.

It seems I am a freak. When I dream, I'm a mere observer of the freakish. Does this mean you're dreaming?

I'm seldom late. But when I am late, I'm always early to apologise.

Every person is simply highly compressed, gathered dust.

We are nothing but animals with very convincing masks.