All coincidences are Odd. That's what makes them coincidences.

Terrible errors are rarely made all at once. Usually they are performed one small misstep at a time.

Quiet descended, a silence so consuming that even the drafty corridors ceased whistling. Bog wasn't certain where to look, so he solved the problem by plucking out his eyes and sticking them in a drawer.

Ned passed the next few minutes quietly not dying in his office, and was pleased with how well it was going. He'd stayed alive longer, but now that he was concentrating on it, it felt more like an accomplishment.

Reality is like a fruitcake; pretty enough to look at but with all sorts of nasty things lurking just beneath the surface.

Those who write are writers. Those who wait are waiters.

It was one thing to hide away from the world. It was quite another to discover the world didn't miss you when you were gone.