The hallway was lined with numbered doors, odd numbers on one side and even numbers on the other, and large ornamental vases, too large to hold flowers and too small to hold spies.

There was still plenty of water in the basement, and I felt it soaking me from the knees on down. If someone wanted to torture me until I told them a critical piece of information, all they would have to do is get my socks wet. It feels terrible.

Do the scary thing first, and get scared later.

But there was more, as there always is when the love goes. She was haunted, naturally. Otherwise what is the point, why leave your rickety house, and why this yo-yo world giving us things and yanking them back?

The key to good eavesdropping is not getting caught.

If you are trying to fool a farsighted or dimwitted person, a veiled facial disguise might be enough.

There is only laughing across the land as the car moves you along, on your way someplace with love in the car.