“To keep my cat from drinking out of the toilet, I could close the toilet lid, I could close the bathroom door, or I could pull my straw out of the water and stop setting a bad example.”
“Could I just use the loo?” I asked the nice officer.“No.” She closed the door in my face, As if I might rig an explosion in the toilet. Honestly.”
“I'd made water shoot out of the bathroom fixtures. I didn't understand how. But the toilets responded to me. I had become one with the plumbing.”
“I closed my eyes and the roof was gone. I could see the stars while the piano tinkled. I could see Jupiter and it was blue, and Neptune was silver like a tennis ball sprayed silver. I could reach out and touch it, like cold water.”
“Replaying her words in my head, I could feel my face redden again. I wanted to flush my head down the toilet.”
“I really hate pain. I'd pull my own soul out if it meant I could stop the pain.”