Only a writer will hold conversations with people who do not exist. We do not talk to ourselves—we talk to the people we've created from nothing. 
  • Hell—do come visit me, darling. It's not too far, I'm sure. Just down the road, to the left, and ah, past the Gates. You'll get there in no time at all.
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