It had better be. It doesn't do much when it's soft.
The perfect killer has no friends. Only targets.
You might want to think twice before you try to use a man's conscience against him. It may turn out he doesn't have one.
If embarrassment were a muscle, I'd be huge.
What people value in their books—and thus what they count as literature—really tells you more about them than it does about the book.
Will covers a multitude of flaws, just as love covers a multitude of sins.