An inferior sense of smell," Marcus said, as if absolutely nothing of significance had happened, "is distinct from being told that one smells unpleasant.

...It's just one hour. Just one little hour. What could happen in one hour?

Billy squinted at me. "Why are you letting them go?" "Because they're real." "How do you know?" "The one I was holding crapped on my hand.

Molly was arrested. Possession.” I blinked at him. “She was possessed?

Most of the bad guys in the real world don't know that they are bad guys. You don't get a flashing warning sign that you're about to damn yourself. It sneaks up on you when you aren't looking.

The mad rarely know that they are mad. It's the rest of the world, I think, that seems insane to them.

Time after time, history demonstrates that when people don't want to believe something, they have enormous skills of ignoring it altogether.