3 Quotes by Justin Titus

I stare at him, seething, and fantasize that I will lunge at him, and take his neck in both my hands, squeezing until the bones are broken and his head hangs like a dog’s ear from his body.

Somewhere in the surrounding heavens, Norman Rockwell reaches for a brush to paint the modern vision for a modern people. Their bubbles fill the sky.

How much difference is there between the person we allow others to see, and the people we really are? And if it is different, which is the real us?