Slade house

I have nightmares about running out of food
Go to bed with a packet of digestives.
Not that kind of food
What other kinds are there?
Food that makes you hungrier, the more of it you eat.

You may find a weapon in the cracks... For you it's too late, but pass it on.

Promise me, promise me I'm not dreaming you.... And you're not dreaming me?

People are masks, with masks under those masks and masks under those, and down you go.

Little fluffy clouds by Orb! Is a song that I've been looking for for years and it's here in this book! Also honorable mention to a double supergrass joke. As well as the diving bell and the butterfly. Oh Mitchell you own my soul. You don't even need to drink.

What if slade house is the hallucination and this door's my way back? Not a rabbit hole into wonderland but the rabbit hole home?

My stubborn Me insists

Grief is an amputation, but hope is an incurable hemophilia : you bleed and bleed.

Once you've been a psychiatric patient, nobody ever gives you the benefit of the doubt again. Easier to fix a bad credit rating than a bad credibility rating.

Eternity, jade. It's Maori. I chose it, I wrapped it, I sent it once to someone I loved.

Perhaps this calm is the silty stillness between the sucked away and the tsunamis roaring horizon wide hill high arrival, but while it lasts, I'll use it.

Hatred is a thing one hosts: the lust I feel to harm, maim, wreck and kill this woman is less an emotion I hold than what I am now become.

Traditionally we'd stage another climactic battle between good and evil. We'd never agree which of us is which however and the only prize on offer is a slower death.