How could you beat an enemy you couldn't see?

It is strange to think that we might have crossed paths, and still not have known what we were missing.

Maybe the reason I've never died in this story is that I've never had something worth dying for before.

So much of marriage was implicit and nonverbal. Had I gotten so complacent I'd forgotten to communicate?

It was the first time she'd discovered something she really didn't want to find, and she didn't know what to do once she'd found it.

As it turned out, though, it was a lot easier to say that someone deserved to die for what they did than it was to take the responsibility to make that happen.

She was all the things I wasn't. And i was all the things she wasn't. she could paint circles around anyone; I couldn't even draw a straight line. She was never into sports; I've always been. Her hand, it fit mine.