The Best Jury Of Your Peers That

Hey Mason, Wipe That Drool Off You Face. If You're Going To Think About Me Naked, Do It On Your Own Time. -rose To Mason

I Don't Want To. Believe Me. But I Can't Help It. Rose Said In Time, I'll Learn The Control To Keep His Feelings Out, But I Can't Do It Now. And He Has So Much, Sydney. So Much Feeling. He Feels Everything So Strongly— Love, Grief, Anger. His Emotions Are Up And Down, All Over The Place. What Happened Between Him And Rose . . . It Tears Him Apart.

You Two Are A Match Made In Heaven. Or Somewhere.

For Once, You're Going To Hear Something That Doesn't Fit Into Your Neat, Compartmentalized World Of Order And Logic And Reason.

Kill Me, Doug. Just Kill Me Now. Put Me Out Of My Misery.” “christ, Kincaid, What Did You Say To Him?” Murmured Doug. “well,” I Told Doug, “i Ripped On His Fans And On How Long It Takes For His Books To Come Out.” Doug Stared At Me, His Expectations Exceeded. “then I Said—not Knowing Who He Was—that I’d Be Seth Mortensen’s Love Slave In Exchange For Advanced Copies Of His Books.