The Passenger

To the seasoned traveler a destination is at best a rumor.

Rich boys went to college and poor boys went to war.

The cats knocked over a can of my paint thinner, said Bianca. Then they rolled around in it. Then they all ran up under the heater and caught fire. And then they just ran all over the studio.

Cats.

Choice is the name you give to what you got.

Concentrated populations of the deranged assume certain powers. It has an unsettling effect. You spend some time in a nuthouse and you’ll see.

Well, he said. Life. What can you say? It’s not for everybody.