I imagine the center of the Earth must be a crowded place by now, but perhaps it is the spirits of those of us residing there that keep the Earth alive and green.

I'm alone. And I'm crying. And no one is coming to the crib. And the nightlight has burned out. And I'm mad. I'm so mad. Left frontal lobe. I...I...I don't feel so good. Left occipital lobe. I... don't remember where...Left parietal lobe. I...I...I can't remember my name,but...but...Right temporal...but I'm still here. Right frontal. I'm still here... Right occipital.I'm still...Right parietal. I'm...Cerebellum. I'm...Thalamus. I...Hypothalamus. I...Hippocampus...Medulla.

Lev smiles. "Leave it to you to turn someone else's screwup into gold

For standing between Cody and his pain is my obligation, and standing between my uncle and his pain is my rent, but the pain I coax from Bronte is my joy

The living would come up with endless theories to argue, because the living were exceptionally good at arguing, especially when no one knew the answer.

He does not deserve this. He has done many things, not all good, but he does not deserve this. And he never did get his priest.

Stupid dreams. Even the good ones are bad, because they remind you how poorly reality measures up.