“once i knew the blinking cat could not really blink, was just paper and ink.”

“something can only become an illusion after disillusionment. before that, it is something real. what caused the disillusionment? no one told me the print on the wall was just ink and paper and had no life of its own. at some point the cat stopped blinking, and i stopped thinking it could.”

“but paper and ink have conjuring abilities of their own. arrangements of lines and shapes, of letters and words on a series of pages make a world we can dwell and travel in.”

“He's picked clean! Eaten by cats!”

“I am hell with a knife and there is nothing I can really do about it but try and keep my mouth shut and try not to let it show.”

“The thing i call 'my mind' seems to be kind of like a landlord that doesn't really know its tenants.”

“If I could only turn the etch-a-sketch of my life upside down.”