We're all of us equally naked before the jaws of pain.

There is the world that should be and the world that is. We live in one and must create the other.

Maybe my values are outdated, but I come from an old school of thought. I think that men ought to treat women like something other than just shorter, weaker men with breasts. Try and convict me if I’m a bad person for thinking so. I enjoy treating a woman like a lady, opening doors for her, paying for shared meals, giving flowers–all that sort of thing.

People love dogs. You can never go wrong adding a dog to the story.

There should be a rule against your own inner monologue throwing around that much sarcasm.

Alone. It's one of those small words that means entirely too much. Like fear. Or trust.

Karrin, eh?" Thomas asked. I nodded. "She's real serious about order. A man dying, she can understand. A man coming back. That's different." "Isn't she Catholic?" Thomas asked. "Don't they have a guy?