They ask, how could this happen here? Well. How could it not happen here?
The best way to prevent a heartache was to cushion the coming blow.
I think...she said finally, "that all of us have got our ghosts.
words are like nets - we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, or grief, or wonder.
A duck walks into a bar and the bartender asks, what'll it be? The duck doesn't answer because it's a duck.
A lie, as you probably know, has a taste all its own. Blocky and bitter and never quite right.