It was the sort of place where you could hear the tumblers of your mind falling into place as you pieced thought together, as you tried to match it to action.

“I don't know whether you can look at your past and find, woven like the hidden …”

“Having to face him at a competency hearing is like getting to hell and finding …”

“Wheather it is conscious or not, you eventually make the decision to divide you…”

“I don't understand why it's a sin if you love something and want to keep it fro…”