“What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked.It was a good question.”

“All right. Normal rules apply.""Right."The man walked off, leaving us."What are the normal rules?" I asked."He walks away and has a tea break and doesn't ask any questions.”

“Hot tea," he said, holding the cups. "It's just wrong.”

“Boo: "Go talk to her."Callum: "About what?"Boo: "Anything."Callum: "You want me to walk up to her and say, 'Are you a ghost?'"Boo: "I do that."Callum: "I love it when you get it wrong.”

“One question," I said. "Did you tell me all that because you think I'm going to die?""No," he said. "It's because you're doing something brave, and I felt I should too.""I'll take that as a yes," I said.”

“Tell me what you want, what you really, really want," he said."Braiiinnnnssss," we said in unison.”

“Many large corporations are actually modeled on hell,' Brother Frank added. 'The policies and organization are almost idential. Hell, of course, is much worse.”