“It is always reassuring to be disabused of one's own paranoia.”
“I am disabused of all faith, and see too clearly.”
“My paranoia wasn't always right, but just to be on the safe side, I never went to sleep with a clown in the room.”
“The converse held reassuringly true: daylight was safe. Daylight was always safe.”
“I love the idea that an abuse can be negated. And that the things most often disabused are notions.”
“She’s just a little faint,” I reassured Mrs. Hammond. “They’re blood typing in biology.”She nodded, understanding now. “There’s always one.”I stifled a laugh. Trust Bella to be that one.”