“Enough of this ruminatory bullshit,” Sargent said. “You’d think I had a crystal ball, knew the future. You’d think thee roads couldn’t still fork… — David Bain Copy Share Image
“Time, he realized, while it seems so firm and constant, is really a slippery, barely-there substance, solid only as shapes made of fog.” — David Bain Copy Share Image
“And then there was one nonsense phrase he said near constant. Sounded like ‘Cat hoodoo fat hag hen!” — David Bain Copy Share Image
“Whiskey would do better to charge the conversation, but we’ll be wanting our wits about us. We have strange business to discuss.” ***” — David Bain Copy Share Image
