The Colonel's hand was so little, and I grabbed it tight, his cold seeping into me and my warmth into him. 'I memorized the populations,' he said.

The future lay before him, inevitable but invisible.

Night falls fast. Today is the past.

feeling - probably for the first time in my life - the fear and excitement of living in a place where you never know what's going to happen or when.

Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you?

What's that?" "The laundry basket?" "No, next to it." "I don't see anything next to it." "It's my last shred of dignity. It's very small.

Chuck Parson did not participate in organized sports, because to do so would distract from his larger goal of his life: to one day be convicted of murder