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.

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

I figured it is always better to be unpopular by your own choice.

Life is much simpler if you don’t notice anything.

Maybe anything that anybody ever has is for now. What happened before is gone, and what will happen later is an illusion.

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.

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.