But when you slice truth too thin, you deceive.
She had of course, kept working. He liked to think she would have moved under the table to continue her task if a gun battle had broken out, but he wasn't sure.
How to put this feeling, this certainty, into something as limited as words?
Regrets are the most useless form of guilt. They always arrive too late to do any good.
Hating politics was like hating the weather. Pointless, since both were inevitable.
Marriage and especially the ceremony which announces it, the wedding... That is how we say to the world, 'These two are now a family, and with this joining our families are joined, too. And you had damned well better respect that.