“... had ideas, crazy, late-night fantasies strung together like a paper-clip chain.”
“In spite of my wisecracking, pain-in-the-ass ways, I was the clip that held things together. Unnoticed. Taken for granted. Okay, maybe I'm giving myself too much credit here, but I'd be damned if I was gonna keep on being the family paper clip.”
“Who but a brazen crazy person would go one-on-one with blank paper or canvas armed with nothing but ideas?”
“Ydych chi'n cymryd cerdynnau credid?" said the highwayman, no doubt trying to frighten me further, his consonants chained like anal beads strung out of hell's own bunghole.”
“I've no use for talking, would just as soon store paper clips in my mouth.”
“At the moment I was mad enough to chew up nails and spit out paper clips.”