"It is clear that there's an urgency among us. We must listen to one another. We must respect one another's habits. And we must start to share the truth and integrity that the voice of the poets so generously provides."

The Ceiling coming in, crushing them all like cockroaches. The screaming, the weight on top of you, too heavy to breathe, and then it would be over. Saving her the the trouble of having to inhale and exhale, thousand of times a day every. Every person, every cow, every dying dog, everyone on this planet, breathing this same tired old air. She wanted it all to stop!

Life was just a factory of days and weeks and years, and for what, when you knew how the story turned out, what the product was at the end? She wouldn't mind if the whole place went up in flames right this second. All of them immolated together, their ashes mingling in the smoldering aftermath.

"at least if you were ignorant, you could do what you wanted........"

"Literature is the memory of humanity."