I was just peeling some potatoes for dinner and they all looked like crisp white potatoes until I cut them in half. Every single one had a rotten, gray core. [...] I feel like the whole world is black, rotting, and evil. Even when it looks crisp on the outside, that's a lie, because you can't trust anything - on the inside it's nothing like mold. [...] So, see, nothing good is ever going to happen, and anyone who says it is, is lying to you.

The Year of Secret Assignments (ed. 2010)