I’d forgotten my identity as the world’s most pathetic superhero, become a Californian instead. - Jonathan Lethem

They got stoneder and stoneder and quit talking.

Here’s the strangeness of having a Tourette’s brain, then: no control in my personal experiment of self. What might be only strangeness must always be auditioned for relegation to the domain of symptom, just as symptoms always push into other domains, demanding the chance to audition for their moment of acuity or relevance, their brief shot — coulda been a contender! — at centrality. Personalityness. There’s a lot of traffic in my head, and it’s two-way.

“OK, so he’s a producer, right?” Lucius spoke as a prosecuting attorney, nailing down established facts. “The thing about producers is that they are producing something, usually several things at once.”
“He’s a liar,” said Jane.
“Same thing,” said Lucius.