Nice has nothing to do with me.

“Around us I can sniff out a savagery in the noisy southern air. It knifes it's …”

“Our own place is mall perhaps, but when your old man is eaten by his own shadow…”

“Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick?”

“And when we finally stood up and turned to face the world, I could feel somethi…”