How was is that life never worked out the way it did in his head?

Things just seem so much better in theory than in practice.

I just wanted them to die," said Poison. "They didn't have to make such a drama about it.

Imagination is as close as we will ever be to godhead . . . for in imagination, we can create wonders.

But time has a way of stealthily deciding a person’s mind without her conscious knowledge, and as she studied and procrastinated, Poison found one day that she had come to know her choice.

How was is that life never worked out the way it did in his head?

Not for the first time, he wished he commanded a highly trained bunch of soldiers instead of a ragtag mob of rejects in varying stages of alcoholism.