“He was not pouting. 'Yes, you were.' He was not doing a very good job of keeping his inner thoughts inner, either.”
“Why? Were you hoping for something more exotic?"My inner goddess pops her head above the parapet."Oh no. I've had enough exotic for one day."Mr inner goddess pouts at me.”
“But as long as he kept on caring, nothing could touch the freedom of his inner thoughts.”
“A writer is dear and necessary for us only in the measure of which he reveals to us the inner workings of his very soul.”
“But I wasn't done," she pouted, no longer hungry for anything but him. "Yes, you were.""Yes, sir.""Lay down on your back.""Very yes, sir.”
“But if you can confront your inner demons—""I did confront my inner demon. I punched him in the face and he exploded."Valkyrie had to laugh. "But now he's back.""Of course he's back. He's resourceful. He is my inner demon, after all.”