The universe has backed you into another corner—you can kill or die. There are no other choices. Doesn’t that make you angry? Doesn’t it make you wan… - Michael Swanwick

So it was that the Catherines poured water and spooned gruel, while the Clares prayed for the intercession of the saints. The Catherines changed sheets. The Clares practiced mortification of the flesh. The Catherines employed antibiotics. The Clares made a public display of a kneecap of their patron saint.
It was soon widely know to which hospital one went to get well, and to which one went to die.

“Look,” Jane said. “Exactly what must I say to get rid of you?

I would appreciate it if just this once you would make the effort to curb your negativism."
"I have to say what I think. That's what I'm being paid for, after all."
"A very common delusion.