“There is something reassuring about the toilets. Bodily functions at least remain democratic. Everybody shits.”

“There's something to be said for hunger: at least it lets you know you're still alive.”

“If I was going to do something I didn't want to do, I at least wanted to be remunerated for it.”

“The objects I chose were designed to hold something, but I didn't fill them up. They remained empty. They were little symbolic shrines to thirst.”

“There is something powerful in the whispering of obscenities, about those in power. There's something delightful about it, something naughty, secretive, forbidden, thrilling. It's like a spell, of sorts. It deflates them, reduces them to the common denominator where they can be dealt with.”

“Longed for him. Got him. Shit.”

“Can I be blamed for wanting a real body, to put my arms around? Without it I too am disembodied. I can listen to my own heartbeat against the bedsprings...but there’s something dead about it, something deserted.”