Like everyone, I'm saddened and horrified by this. All I'll say is that I'm personally trying to pay more attention to the victims than to their murderer. I certainly will not be mentioning the murderer. I don't think he warrants our attention-particularly since he so clearly wanted it.

I was a bit of a Victorian Lady, fainting-wise.

For a moment, she was quiet. Then she grabbed my hand, whispered, “Run run run run run,” and took off, pulling me behind her.

All good American literature is always interested in people who are ambiguously heroic, like Gatsby.

Patients are almost always preceded by their parents, because no matter how fast an ambulance can drive, terrified parents can drive faster.

While I did not fancy myself a particularly good person, I never thought my first real sexual action would be prostitutional.

This is unbearable ... God. These books she'll never read. Her Life's Library.