I don't understand why people never say what they mean. It's like the immigrants who come to a country and learn the language but are completely baffled by idioms. (Seriously, how could anyone who isn't a native English speaker 'get the picture,' so to speak, and not assume it has something to do with a photo or a painting?)

She understood how a world jammed with phones, email, and faxes could still leave you feeling utterly alone.

Justification is a remarkable thing-takes all those solid lines and blurs them, so that honor becomes as supple as a willow, and ethics burst like soap bubbles.

Men don't traipse. We... Swagger

I imagine having that sixth sense, the certainty that what I'm looking for is within reach, even if it's still hidden.

A lie, as you probably know, has a taste all its own. Blocky and bitter and never quite right, like when you pop a piece of fancy chocolate into your mouth expecting toffee filling and you get lemon zest instead.

People had figured out all sorts of ways to make things seem different than they truly were.