The car slewed to a stop and only then did I notice that it wasn't a cop car, ambulance or fire-engine.
Nobody can be exactly like me. Sometimes even I have trouble doing it.
Nobody is ever met at the airport when beginning a new adventure. It's just not done.
Sorrow was like the wind. It came in gusts.
Every moment of one's existence one is growing into more or retreating into less.
A good man would prefer to be defeated than to defeat injustice by evil means.
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.