Protective coloration...you learn to use it to get along in the world if you want. Only I got sick of living in the box the world prescribed it was far to small to hold me. So I knocked down a few walls.

There's lots of kinds of chains. You can't see most of them, the one's that bind folks together. But people build them, link by link. Sometimes the links are weak, snap like this one did. That's another funny thing, now that I think of it. Sometimes when you mend a chain, the place where you fix it is strongest of all.

Sometimes when you mend a chain, the place where you fix it is strongest of all... Never was a chain that couldn't be broken. Sometimes its even a good idea.

Gadfangled girl things, always robbed me of my common sense.

I am ignoring you. In fact, I think you are a figment of my imagination.

The first draft of a story is the writer's clay.