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How I work is I work from of very character-driven place. And I trust the writers.

Memory seems as faulty, as misunderstood and misguided, as every other thought or spasm that passes through us.

And why is Saint Paula a Saint? She dumps her four kids at a convent. She runs off to Hajira with Saint Jerome. How is that a saint? You've got shitty mothers all over America who would love to dump their kids and travel.

According to Dignitas data, 70 percent of the people who get the provisional green light never contact Dignitas again; the reassurance, the insurance, is all they need.

she often had a temper that made a PMS-ing harpy going into nicotine withdrawal look like a chubby fuzzy bunny that burped daisies and shot rainbows out its ass.

My hair curls like a yeti's pubes in this humidity—I'm starting to figure out why product was invented!

Really? Brixton? Where nobody speaks fucking English?" Okay, that wasn't quite fair, and supposedly Brixton was getting "gentrified." "Remember Guns of Brixton, the Clash?

You are making me something, cow-woman, or is that just make believe and pretend, like your sex life?' 'I'm making you a gag, Mickey, so I can knit in fucking peace.

I'm just asking for the mail," he said apologetically. "It's not like we

He'd thrown up once already, on purpose, and the purging seemed to have steadied his nerves a little—and made the giant breakfast he'd eaten feel a little less burdensome—but it wasn't enough.

When he came to, groggy from the painkillers and still in pain (oh the fucking injustice!),

Wouldn't that be lethal?" Carpenter asked, appalled. "Well, I wouldn't have cared," Dane snapped back. "Now find another way to say that.

or not, he'd just sold his soul to Mackey James for the price of a shower curtain and a bottle of lube.

Craw didn't just grunt - he made sounds like barnyard animals going to bed at night. The more frustrated and/or inarticulate he felt, the bigger the animal. This particular grunt sounded like a constipated cow.

It was the cherry Vaseline, wasn't it?" she asked, and then continued without waiting for an answer. "What—did you guys use it as lube or something?

Promise me that if you ever leave me again, you'll shoot me in the head while I sleep before you go.

I could retire," he said, as though to himself. "That would be good. I could retire, and the wife and I could move to a desert island, and—" "Doc?

A flight suit. 'Cause you're a big bad pilot, right? You fell out of your helicopter. Now unzip your onesie so you don't bleed to death.

I mean, we bonded doing blow in the bathroom when we were doing our clinical rotations. It was 1987—who wasn't getting high? But…." He sighed, and Mackey realized his voice had gotten really impassioned.

he told the president of the company that he damned near—and I quote, 'Squashed a cock,' that morning, and he'd been so happy to see that thing 'popping up and bobbing down the road.

Outbreak Monkey song coming from the Bluetooth speaker on Ellery's new desk.

Oh my God. Stop reading my mind!" "Then stop being a decent human being with perfectly predictable emotional reactions!

being licked to death by the fearless warriors who had apparently decided he was their god. Deacon had that effect on people.

Came first?" Amelia said, popping out of the ladies' room with impeccable timing. "God, Ethan, that was the best blasphemy ever!