Pain marks you, but too deep to see. Out of sight, out of mind.

That was when they suspended the Constitution. They said it would be temporary. There wasn't even any rioting in the streets.

The night is mine, my own time, to do with as I will, as long as I am quiet.

My room, then. There has to be some space, finally, that I claim as mine, even in this time.

I would like to believe this is a story I'm telling. I need to believe it. I must believe it.

Some of the failure to reproduce can undoubtedly be traced to the widespread availability of birth control of various kinds

We learned to whisper almost without sound.

They had electric cattle prods slung on thongs from their leather belts.

It's a beautiful May day, Ofglen says. I feel rather than see her head turn towards me, waiting for a reply.

Nothing changes instantaneously: in a gradually heating bathtub you’d be boiled to death before you knew it.

If it's a story I'm telling, then I have control over the ending.

I am not your justification for existence.

I feel like the word shatter.

The night is mine, my own time, to do with as I will, as long as I am quiet.

If it's a story I'm telling, then I have control over the ending.

s. Guns were for the guards, specially picked from the Angels.

They've removed anything you could tie a rope to.

The Underground Frailroad

It's a beautiful May day, Ofglen says. I feel rather than see her head turn towards me, waiting for a reply.

. I hunger to touch something, other than cloth or wood. I hunger to commit the act of touch.