I looked around the store and what I saw was not very encouraging. There were rows and rows of violent toys...aisle after aisle of training devices for recreational slaughter. No wonder our world was such a mean and violent place...if we teach children that killing is fun, can we really be surprised if now and then someone is smart enough to learn?

Stop the nurse like the monkey.

We can't always do what we think we have to do. So when there's nothing else you can do, you wait... No matter what... pressure... you might feel.

What a terrible thing life can be.

And so as much as I can, I care about her, dear Deborah. It's probably not love, but I would rather she were happy.

In its own way the kiss had been an act of murder.

Life's only obligation, afterall, was to be interesting.