there are only two kinds of flights: ones in which you die and ones in which you do not. - David Sedaris

I won't put in a load of laundry, because the machine is too loud and would drown out other, more significant noises - namely, the shuffling footsteps of the living dead.

A good [short story] would take me out of myself and then stuff me back in, outsized, now, and uneasy with the fit.

What I really hated, of course, was my mind. There must have been an off switch somewhere, but I was damned if I could find it.