A man is too apt to forget that in this world he cannot have everything. A choice is all that is left him.
Now is the time for all good men to come to.
We all have strength enough to endure the misfortunes of others.
Fresh clean sheets are one of life's small joys.
Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities. Truth isn't.
Vanessa didn't like it, but I figured a cop wasn't going to stop for a kid waving his hat in the street, not that day. They just might stop if they saw Darryl bleeding there, though. I argued briefly with her and Darryl settled it by lurching to his feet and dragging himself down toward Market Street.
Good taste is the enemy of comedy.