For a while, I thought I was going mad. At last, I became reconciled to my despair. The medications helped, too, I thought, sir.

Too late, he recalled Miles's dictum that the reward for a job well done was usually a harder job.

There was no limit to what one man might do, if he gave all, and held back nothing.

You should have fallen in love with a happy man, if you wanted happiness. But no, you had to fall for the breathtaking beauty of pain.

Seems like half my anxiety dreams are about airports.

Wikipedia is so dangerous. You go online to look up the definition of eclampsia, and three hours later you find yourself reading this earnest explanation of tentacle porn in [Japanese] anime.

One corner of his mouth crooked up, then the quirk vanished in a thoughtful pursing of his lips. "He's bisexual, you know." He took a delicate sip of his wine. "Was bisexual," she corrected absently, looking fondly across the room. "Now he's monogamous." Vordarian choked, sputtering.