Chicago Happened Slowly, Like A Migraine.

Here Are Your Instructions, Crowley. And Suddenly He Knew. He Hated That. They Could Just As Easily Have Told Him, They Didn't Suddenly Have To Drop Chilly Knowledge Straight Into His Brain.

The Names Are The First Things To Go, After The Breath Has Gone, And The Beating Of The Heart. We Keep Our Memories Longer Than Our Names.

They Were Not My Friends, After All. They Were Just The People I Went To School With.

It Stared At Them, And It Paused For A Hundred Years, Which Transpired In A Dozen Heart Beats.

It Is Sometimes A Mistake To Climb; It Is Always A Mistake Never Even To Make The Attempt.