On the night of the murder I was at home, asleep. The characters in my dream can vouch for me.

“Don’t breathe on my voice, I yelled through my ears. But who’s there to listen,…”

“Love isn’t the last thing on my mind. The last thing on my mind is my skull.”

“A blanket could be used in a secretive manner. What? I can’t just tell you how …”

“I want to keep a human mouth on my coffee table. It’ll be a great conversation …”