Who in their right mind counts the tiles on the floor when they go visiting a neighbor?

Do you realize how hard it is to keep your mind clear when somebody’s telling you to keep your mind clear?

Every time there was an unspoken promise that this would be the last time, but it would only be the last time until the next time.

You have to figure that there is something seriously wrong with somebody who wants to enter a profession that deals with whether people are screwing enough. Dealing with spirits, spooks, and demons almost seemed normal.

You know, my main goal in life is trying not to end up in a straightjacket.

Librarians are notorious snitches—don’t let anybody convince you otherwise.

Apparently I couldn’t even pretend to be normal.