Carter Caceres

“Hell, why should I have to find a pretext for every single thing I do?”
― Mikhail Bulgakov, Morphine

“The quality of owning freezes you forever in "I," and cuts you off forever from the "we.”
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

“I'm jus' pain covered with skin.”
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

“I went, and I swear that I was racked with pain and shame all the way home. Why? The answer’s simple. Ah, my diary, my faithful friend—you at least won’t give me away, will you? It was not because of the suit, but because I also stole some morphine from the hospital. Three cubes in crystal form and ten grammes of 1% solution. But this in itself is not the only thing which interests me. The key was in the lock of the hospital’s drug cabinet. Supposing it had not been. Would I have smashed open the cupboard? Would I? In all honesty? Yes, I would.”
― Mikhail Bulgakov, Morphine