“One Minister dared to remark on why Tobey could not simply be given a chair and the High King laughed, and said his brain processed information better when Tobey sat on his lap.”

“Tobey puts the CD on. Then he comes over and hugs me. I lean my head on his chest.'I want to know everything about you,' he whispers.”

“You make me feel so many things, Tobey. You make me feel too much.”

“Scraps and shreds of thoughts were simply swarming in his brain, but he could not catch at one, he could not rest on one, in spite of all his efforts…”

“We stepped back and looked at the king of the gods, slumped in his chair snoring, and cradling his crook like a teddy bear. I placed the war flail across his lap, hoping it might make a difference—maybe complete his powers or something. No such luck."Sick weasels," Ra muttered."Behold," Sadie said bitterly. "the glorious Ra.”

“It was not possible to think except with one’s brain, no one could stand outside himself in order to check the functioning of his inner processes.”