He just waited until I stopped talking and said, 'Jesus, kid, you're almost a detective. All you need now is a gun, a gut, and three ex-wives. So what's your theory?

Anyway, that was the last good day I had with Gus until the Last Good Day.

When it works, anticipation is far more fulfilling than surprise, because we are reminded that a sunrise is precisely as magnificent as it is inevitable.

Congratulations! You're a woman. Now die.

Were she better or you sicker, then the stars would not be so terribly crossed, but it is the nature of the stars to cross.

Tuesday—we had school for the first time. Madame O’Malley had a moment of silence at the beginning of French class, a class that was always punctuated with long moments of silence, and then asked us how we were feeling. “Awful,” a girl said. “En français,” Madame O’Malley replied. “En français.

Before any of it could make sense, it had to be heard.