Do you sometimes wish you could fast-forward a week? You know something bad's coming up, and you know you'll get through it, but the prospect just makes you feel sick. I worried for about thirty minutes, and though I knew there was no point in doing so, I could feel my anxiety twisting me up in a knot. 'Bullshit,' I told myself stoutly. 'This is utter bullshit.

The fundamentalists were equally stymied. “We were worried about Adam and Steve,” a Baptist minister said. “Should we have been more worried about Rover and Fluffy?

I felt like a car that had only been operated by one driver… a car its new prospective buyer was determined to take to the Daytona 500.

It was like being around a particularly irritating two-year-old.

As the water pounded on my back, I reflected that I must be pretty simple. It didn't take much to make me happy. A long night with a dead guy had done the trick.

What had set the fae world off? I`d never seen one. Now you couldn`t throw a trowel without hitting a fairy.

Men! Dead or alive, they could be exactly the same.