Lecturing Brooks was as useful as lecturing a cat.

It took about three minutes for the unassuming Waffle House to become the new offices of the law firm of Amber, Amber, Amber, and Madison. They set up camp in a clump of booths in the corner opposite from us. A few of them gave me an "oh, good, you are still alive" nod, but for the most part, they had no interest in anyone else.

Walk really, really carefully. It's not complicated, but if you mess up, you'll die, so pay attention.

I'm Keith," he said, "and you're . . . clearly mad, but what's your name?

I could pretend, at least, and if I pretended long enough, maybe I could make it into a reality.

I sleep better knowing that a naked cork-eater is not sneaking around at night, stealing my underwear.

She was standing in the airport of Copenhagen, staring at a doorway, trying to figure out if it was (a) a bathroom and (b) what kind of bathroom it was. The door merely said H. Was she an H? Was H "hers"? It could just as easily be "his". Or "Helicopter Room: Not a Bathroom at All