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He was a psychiatrist, as well as a warm, whimsical, and witty man who had a mind like a cluttered attic.

The humor, however, was a bit more in the recounting than in the actual living through it. Unfortunately, this resistance to taking lithium is played out in the lives of tens of thousands of patients every year.

As with a wound on one's own body, it is possible to develop an intimacy with the most disturbing of things

Yes. Until recently, I didn't think that humans could choose loneliness. That there were sometimes forces more powerful than the wish to avoid loneliness.

so that maybe during those sleepless nights, with the drugs and the pain and the exhaustion, the line would blur between what were my memories and what were his.

night, and besides, was ably helped by brave comrades." "The comrades he speaks of," Ivor said, "were too busy

The reason they go for Tommy's because he's a layabout.

I'd remembered of course that I should be grateful as always, but hadn't been able to keep the disappointment from my mind.

It seems increasingly likely that I really will undertake the expedition that has been preoccupying my imagination now for some days.

Sanzo to Gojyo: And give me my gun back. I don't want your idiocy getting all over it.

Should not the Society of Indexers be know as Indexers, Society of, The?

I didn't need to be rescued. Sorry, but my sword outranks your… she glanced at my hand, sock puppet.

I'm just saying it's not time for that either. We need to focus and having Maya moon over Rafe is making everyone uncomfortable. Rafe grinned. Doesn't bother me.

Elena? Yes, unless Nick found a woman in the forest, which I suppose wouldn't be too surprising.

He was tall and scrawny with a face that could be mistaken with Keith Richards on a bad day.

You forget, darling, I am the local psychopath. ~Clayton Danvers, Bitten

His voice sounded the same, now so familiar that I could follow the beat in my head, predicting each change of tone, each note of accentuation.

Yes, you're sleeping in my apartment," I said. "On my sofa. It was an exciting night, but not that exciting. I'd really hope you'd remember if it had been.

I was...a journalist...though my typical beat was freelancing articles on Canadian politics, which never included any mention of demonic phenomena, though it might explain the rise of the neoconservatives.

I should have a gun." "And you think I can provide it?" "Ask your biker gang buddies." "They prefer the term 'motorcycle club.'" "I'm sure they do.

Note to clients, quicklime is a preservative, not a corrosive.

He rewarded her flower with a twitch of a smile, and she began to relax. This was the Gavril she knew.

I'd seriously contemplated a real collar - a sparkly green one - if only because I was sure it would offend his dignity.

Cwn Annwn," I said. "I think I'm finally pronouncing that right. Welsh. So many letters. So few vowels.