...she opened the door very slowly and carefully, half hiding behind it, as if badly frightened of what might be waiting for her on the other side. And considering that it was me waiting, this showed rare common sense.

And once again I found myself wondering, as I drifted off to stunned and unbelieving sleep:How do these terrible things always happen to me?

Could this be the Apocalypse ?

For my part, my interest in Paris had faded away completely long ago when I learned that it was in France.

I'm a very neat monster.

We can't always do what we think we have to do. So when there's nothing else you can do, you wait... No matter what... pressure... you might feel.

...being torn apart by far too many loyalties that could not possibly live together in the same brain.