“I turn my head from side to side.”
“Cat," said Peterkin, turning his head a little on one side, "I love you.”
“He shook his head slowly from side to side, as though it were very heavy. I could almost hear the contents sloshing.”
“Are you on our side...and want to be different, or are you on that side and want to throw a football at my head!?”
“I splash my head with ice-cold water and turn to face the mirror. When my image appears I instinctively look away.Is there a truth on the other side that we do not want to see?”
“I didn’t do a 180-degree turn on my thinking. I simply swiveled my chair around so I could dismiss the idea from the other side.”