The gourney, the big file drawers of the dead, the instruments of dissection - this sure looked like the morgues in the movies. Something had gone seriously wrong while she slept.

Foul and magical fumes bubbled out of the kettle, like the flatulence of a dragon on a demon-only diet.

One can't be free without action.

No one knows why, but second only to eating the brains of the living, the dead love affordable prefab furniture.

It's hard for me, a Jew, to stay in the moment. Without the past, where is the guilt? And without the future, where is the dread? And without guilt and dread, who am I?

The gourney, the big file drawers of the dead, the instruments of dissection - this sure looked like the morgues in the movies. Something had gone seriously wrong while she slept.

It’s like he has this power over me—like I have an eating disorder and he’s a package of Oreo Double Stuff cookies.