“Blew it up his nose. That woman should have cards printed: 'Dr. Evan Wilson, Imaginative Medicine a Specialty.”
“I’m done with easy.”“You should print that on cards.”“Print this—why do you still have clothes on?”
“Best to get it off his chest. Own up like a man. Take his medicine. Cards on table. Beating about bush, none of. Mercy, throw himself on.”
“He squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose."Perhaps you should invent a new deck with numbered pink butterflies and God cards."~Dyer”
“Oh, no, a leopard blew up and plastered itself all over everything, but hey, animal print was in this year.”
“For an instant Harry imagined... Just for an instant, before his imagination blew a fuse and called an emergency shut down and told him never to imagine that again.”