Every tounge bit had another word to say.
I had hurt her feelings, I found out later; I didn’t know I had that power.
Yes, Doctor. I'll do what you say. I'll do what you all say.
A working brain is probably a lot like a map, where anybody can get from one place to another on the freeways. It's the nonworking brains that get blocked, that have dead ends, that are under construction like mine.
People don't make good Anchors, though, Craig. They change.
The Shift hasn't happened yet, maybe it never will, but sometimes-just enough times to give me hope-my brain jars back into where it's supposed to be.