"Have you ever read Sylvia Plath's 'The Bell Jar'?" Edgeley asked.
"No. I've always been more of a Hemingway girl." O'Reilly as far as he knew had never delivered a baby. She certainly wasn't the type to make any.
"She described a practice wherein mothers were given drugs that made them forget the pain of giving birth, rather than anesthetic during the birth."
"How much do you know about the darker side of the medical community?"
Edgeley's face darkened with disgusted indignation. "Some women when they go into labor attract some pretty fucked up company. The kind of people who fill scrubs because they want a taste of...you probably know."
"Jesus, you sure as fuck know some twisted shit."
"I'm very proud of my mother. She wouldn't take shit from anyone. Cursed like a sailor the whole time. My dad was too scared to leave the delivery room."
"I need you to summon some of your mother's strength now. This Aven program could endanger a lot of lives."
"I hope my little fevered brain can snap as effectively and frighteningly as hers did..."