“I almost started panicking at the thought of claustrophobia kicking in, but then I realized I was not a sufferer of that particular condition and I continued on as before.”

“My own family were far from perfect, yet I thanked the Lord that I had them, even if they did sometimes make me want to kill them all.”

“I don’t know why I have to write down my fucking thoughts. What if I don’t have any thoughts?”

“With the many uncertainties, of one thing I was sure. I could not escape love, the very thing that had kept me mobile since the day I realized I was capable of giving and receiving it.”

“Only, in Haiti, I realized, is it possible to drink rum and haggle with a god.”

“I thought about mistakes I had made in the past. I thought about when things went wrong. And I realized it was never an issue of intent, but of intensity. I was a good guy, recall.”

“I came to the sobering realization that I was not making it out of here alive, no matter what. I was bruised and bloodied in mind and body, surrounded by the most literal interpretation of monsters, and a final nail in the coffin--I was in love with one of them. The love and loss alone would kill me, if not for the mythical creatures standing in front of me, ready to beat love and loss to the punch.-- Camille”