All Together Now

I tried survival. I preferred living.

One couldn’t ask for perfect, he told himself, and decided not to consider if there might be a middle way between ‘perfect’ and ‘professional criminal’.

When I read your friend’s letter, I thought that was someone who, in the right circumstances — the right hands — would bang like a barn door in the wind.

Then you tell me your favourite colour so I can send you flowers, your favourite place so I can take you there, your favourite book so I can read it just so we can argue about it.

Look, if you can't laugh about the homicidal fits that make you a menace to society, what's even the point?

But if we all avoided doing anything for which we are not exceptionally gifted, we would do almost nothing at all and would never discover what we can become. Instead we would waste much of the span of life allotted us in keeping safe, confining activities.