I have to get out of this room as soon as possible, or my own thoughts will wage war against me.

My mind is a warehouse of carefully organized human emotions.I lock away the things that do not serve me.

Good God, I have taken leave of my senses. I never thank Delalieu. I’ve likely given the poor man a heart attack.

Only an idiot would rely on the energy of a bean or a leaf to stay awake throughout the day.