I heard Jolu respond, then felt the thump he was dealt, too.
Life is a great big canvas; throw all the paint on it you can.
So quick and so fiercely I barely had time to gasp before it was locked on me.
I phoned my dad to tell him I had stopped smoking. He called me a quitter.
Always be nice to those younger than you, because they are the ones who will be writing about you.
Inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that's where you renew your springs that never dry up.
I heard them shouting through the muffling canvas of the bag, and then I was being impersonally hauled to my feet by my wrists, my arms wrenched up behind my back, my shoulders screaming.