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.

He gives me the hairy eyeball, and asks me to help him find his pancreas.

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.

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.

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

Death should take more care with his paperwork.