The mind picks some very bad times to take a walk doesn't it?

And so as much as I can, I care about her, dear Deborah. It's probably not love, but I would rather she were happy.

Our universe is ruled by random whim, inhabited by people who laugh at logic.

A reasonable being might think that he and I could find some common ground; have a cup of coffee and compare our Passengers, exchange trade talk and chitchat about dismemberment techniques. But no: Doakes wanted me dead. And I found it difficult to share his point of view.

Since I am not actually a real human being, my emotional responses are generally limited to what I have learned to fake.

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

Nothing in life is fair. Fair is a dirty word and I'll thank you not to use that language around me.