It’s like, everything really is two ways, the way we all pretend it is and the way it really is

Rectory always sounded to me like a place where you would find a proctologist.

Anybody can be charming if they don't mind faking it, saying all the stupid, obvious, nauseating things that a conscience keeps most people from saying. Happily, I don't have a conscience. I say them.

Because I am an inhuman monster, I tend to be logical.

But as I have noticed on more than one occaision, life itself is unfair, and there is no complaint department, so we might as well accept things the way they happen, clean up the mess, and move on.

…a cheerful black shadow reared up behind him as he spoke, thundering a happy challenge to my Dark Passenger, which slid forward and bellowed back.

She really did like me, the idiot.