More bodies were roughly shoved in beside me.
I stumbled some, then a hand pushed my head down and I was inside the Hummer.
Having a holiday weekend without a family member felt like putting on a sweater that had an extra arm.
The reward of a thing well done is to have done it.
As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.
The real hero is always a hero by mistake; he dreams of being an honest coward like everybody else.
We were in the open concourse where the turnstiles were. It was hardly any better here -- the enclosed space sent the voices around us echoing back in a roar that made my head ring, and the smell and feeling of all those bodies made me feel a claustrophobia I'd never known I was prone to.