The junkie whine had vanished from his voice now, replaced with a resigned flatness, as if the words were being broadcast from a long, long way away, dead words being sent out on a dead frequency.

“It's patterns," he said. "If they think you're a hero, they're wrong. After you…”

“Richard wondered how the marquis managed to make being pushed around in a wheel…”

“I love dreams. I know enough about them to know that dream logic is no story lo…”

“The wise man knows when to keep silent. Only the fool tells all he knows.”