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“know, I get how this works,” she said. “I came to you and I’m supposed to tell you all about my life, but I really don’t like talking about all of this. It took me a long time to put all that behind me. I just need help with this insomnia.” “Isn’t it possible it’s all related?” Dr. Newell asked. “Can’t you just give me some meds? I mean, maybe I just need a little Ambien or something.” “I can, but”
― E.C. Diskin, Broken Grace

“teeth. As a child I used to tie strings of red dental floss around a wiggly tooth and leave the floss dangling there for days and days until the tooth fell out on its own. Marjorie would call me a tease and chase me around the house trying to pull the wax string, and I would scream and cry because it was fun and because I was afraid if I let her pull out one tooth she wouldn’t”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“the way out the door. It was Tuesday, August 12, 1952. His mother should have been heading to work down at the dairy that morning. She put on a strained smile for him as he stumbled out the back door of their apartment building and into their ’47 Chevy. Be happy, he told himself, trying to shake the feeling that something was wrong. The tires squealed”
― D.M. Pulley, The Buried Book

“Jack Kilborn, author of Trapped, Afraid, and Endurance.”
― Blake Crouch, Birds of Prey