“I'm jus' pain covered with skin.”
“Pain is like rain, it covers your skin and soaks in bone-deep, but it eventually recedes and allows fresh things to grow.”
“i'm jus a shadow on the floor wi' out ye, Genevieve.”
“A man like you is a god, not just a machine covered with skin, but a theater where fine feelings sprout and grow-and feelings are all that matters, as far as I'm concerned. Is a feeling anything but an entire world poured into a thought?”
“..this feeling haunts and inhabits me, like a sickness. it covers me, like skin.”
“Desire a moment of inner peace? Then jus smile!”