And since I’m going to be in the neighborhood, you thought I might do as an escort? To an orgy?

Should I just bite you, and end it all?", he whispered. "I would never have to think about you again. Thinking about you is an annoying habit and one I want to be rid of.

Everyone thinks I'm crazy, you know, because I can't tell them the truth; which is, that I'm driven crazy by all these thoughts, all these heads.

I'd have to say no, people don't change, but they can learn to behave differently.

Oh come on Pam, they're funny. They're like humans but miniature...tea cup humans!

It's a sad comment on humans that none of them are tolerable to one who can read their minds

I love you,” Bill said helplessly, as if he wished those magic words would heal me. But he knew they wouldn’t. “That’s what you all keep saying,” I answered. “But it doesn’t seem to get me any happier.