"You killed him,Paul said. She said she had hardly been able to believe that her patient was really that Paul Sheldon even after checking the ID in his wallet.
Searching for what, Paulie? On those occasions he would take Maugham along, but rarely read him — being outside again was too great an experience to allow much concentration on other things. Paul slid down in the chair, still slumped to the right, and screamed again at the pain in his lower legs. His last dimming glimpse of the world was his own collapsing body and Annies white shoes stand astride it: Goddess, he thought, and died.
I had to, because your car being gone meant that you could really stay, you could really finish my book. Save me from the goddess!
As she came in, he was surprised to find himself able to say it, and say it with a certain amount of dignity: "Go ahead and kill me, Annie, if thats what you mean to do, but at least have the decency to make it quick. They were giving you pain, and you could only move them a little, but you were moving them.