I Don't Do My Job To Catch

I Was Good At Being Charming, One Of My Very Few Vanities.

...she Opened The Door Very Slowly And Carefully, Half Hiding Behind It, As If Badly Frightened Of What Might Be Waiting For Her On The Other Side. And Considering That It Was Me Waiting, This Showed Rare Common Sense.

Weren't We All Crazy In Our Sleep? What Was Sleep, After All, But The Process By Which We Dumped Our Insanity Into A Dark Subconscious Pit And Came Out On The Other Side Ready To Eat Cereal Instead Of Our Neighbor's Children?

A Man Can Take Only So Much. Even A Phony Man Like Me.

And Here I Always Thought Morality Was Useless.