Who were these clowns?
I used to believe that marriage would diminish me, reduce my options. That you had to be someone less to live with someone else when, of course, you have to be someone more.
I looked up and saw a bunch of military-looking guys in coveralls, holding big, bulky rifles and wearing hooded gas masks with tinted face-plates.
We bear the world and we make it... There was never a great man who had not a great mother - it is hardly an exaggeration.
Why do writers write? Because it isn't there.
At the mention of the word mace, the guy looked scared and kind of melted back, though the crowd kept him moving forward.
Sorrow was like the wind. It came in gusts.