The faceless, eyeless armed man above me kept his gun very level.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
If there is one thing worse than being an ugly duckling in a house of swans, it's having the swans pretend there's no difference.
That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.
Seize opportunity by the beard, for it is bald behind.
Nothing contributes so much to tranquilizing the mind as a steady purpose - a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.
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.