Who wants to feel everything everyone else feels all the time?

Death cuts off possibilities. Even if they were possibilities you never meant to act on, it feels differentwhen they’re gone.

You’re so far off base this time you can’t even see the base!

Religion turned some folks belligerent.

Fear and bigotry don’t need explaining. They simply are, like traffic jams and taxes.

People always wanted someone to blame, didn’t they?

Humans were peculiar. They were by turns squeamish and appallingly violent.

Money. Both cure and cause of so many evils, isn’t it?

How to put this feeling, this certainty, into something as limited as words?

Belief and hope, it seemed were not the same thing,….

When you slice the truth too thin, you deceive.

The dead weren’t scary. It was the living you had to watch out for.