What you forget when you're planning a hijack by yourself is somewhere along the line, you might need to neglect your hostages just long enough so you can use the bathroom.

The trick to forgetting the big picture is to look at everything close-up.

How can you possibly believe he really loves you?” Miss Sneezy looks from the Mother to the Saint to Mr. Whittier’s hand.“You have no choice,” Mr. Whittier tells her. “If you need to be loved.

Just for the record, the weather today is increasing turmoil with a possible physical and emotional breakdown.

I might be a touch of a sadist and a little bit jejune... but at least I'm not a victim, not any longer. I hope. I hope, therefore I am.

Everyone has something wrong. And for a while, her heart just sort of flat lined.

In a city this size, every year, hundreds of husbands walk away. Kids leave home. Wives escape. People disappear.