I'm smart but not enough--just smart enough to have problems.
Dad nods, looks me dead in the eyes; slowly and regretfully, he banishes all the smiling and joking from his face, and for once he's just my dad, watching his son who has fallen so low.
Yes, Doctor. I'll do what you say. I'll do what you all say.
They've spent alot of money on me. I'm ashamed.
Time is a person-made concept.
I've started to think it must just be chemistry, in which case we're looking for the Shift and we haven't found it yet.