“I know loving me isn’t easy – the all-nighthelicopter parties, the glow-in-the-dark haircuts, but when I look at youit’s like praying with my eyes. I know it’s stupid to not own a gun yet haveso many triggers, but in some other world gigantic seashells hold humansto their ears and listen to the echo of machines.”

“I knowit’s stupid to not own a gun yet haveso many triggers, but in some other worldgigantic seashells hold humansto their ears and listen to the echoof machines.”

“When I hold you in my arms and I feel my finger on your trigger I know no one can do me no harm because happiness is a warm gun.”

“Listen to me. I’m shy. I’m not stupid. I can’t meet people’s eyes. I don’t know if you understand what that’s like. There’s a whole world going on around me, I’m aware of that. It’s not because I don’t want to look at you, Lucinda. It’s that I don’t want to be seen.”

“I do not know if all cops are poets, but I know that all cops carry guns with triggers.”

“I stared down the slim barrel of a gun, looked into eyes rabid with fear and hatred, and saw my reflection. Pulled the trigger to make it go away.I heard the echoes of my gunshots, smelled the cordite, and in the smoke, I still saw my reflection and knew I always would.”