" He wore a coat to blend in, but, in truth, he could have been stark naked and it wouldn't have mattered. Just another change Gray had wrought, along with 20/20 vision and an inability to get drunk.
'You would prefer to be uncomfortable? What nonsense.'
'I don't want to be uncomfortable. I want to be normal.'
Flickers of black-and-white images, just on the edge of his consciousness, like an old movie reel that had jumped its pockets. Fragments of memories from Gray's previous hosts, their color and texture leeched away by death. 'No mortal ever believes he is normal. Based on my experience, this normal of yours does not actually exist.'
Maybe if he couldn't have Gray exorcised, they could go into the self-help business together. Have a talk show. 'I don't guess you ran around in Sigmund Freud's corpse for a while?'
'I do not believe so.'
Just as well. Gray's only diagnosis would be 'mortal foolishness' anyway. "

― Jordan L. Hawk , Reaper of Souls (SPECTR, #3)