“And then a throb hits you on the left ide of the head so hard that your head bobs to the right...There's no way that came from inside your head, you think. That's no metaphysical crisis. God just punched you in the face.”

“But it's not so much a headache as possession, my head an occupied territory, and my normal self, a disenfranchised native populace, driven underground.”

“John Calhoun, if you secede from my nation I will secede your head from the rest of your body.”

“And if you call me your fucking minder, I’ll put your pretty blond head through that wall and use your arse as a guitar stand. ‘Fair enough?”

“People talk and rumors follow,” I said.“Most people claim that only a person possessed of the devil could write such horror.”“And what do you think?”“You are an angel to me, Eddy, but never bet the devil your head.”“That would make a great title for a story,” I observed.”

“Is that why you said all that stuff earlier-because you were trying to protect me? Because if it was, I'll tell you it was the sweetest kindest thing, and if you ever do it again, I'll smack you upside the head until your ears ring 'Jingle Bells”

“Everybody should eavesdrop once in a while. There's nothing like eavesdropping to show you that the world outside your head is different from the world inside your head.”