Prior to penicillin and medical research, death was an everyday occurrence. It was intimate.

How deep and sticky is the darkness of childhood, how rigid the blades of infant evil, which is unadulterated, unrestrained by the convenient cushions of age and its civilizing anesthesia.

Every doorway, every intersection has a story.

Giving Papa time to think, as Arty put it, was like pumping random rounds into a fireworks factory. The odds favored dramatic results.

Perhaps the strongest evidence that women have as broad and deep a capacity for physical aggression as men is anecdotal. And as with men, this capacity has expressed itself in acts from the brave to the brutal, the selfless to the senseless.

I think that it's really important to go away and come back.

This idea that males are physically aggressive and females are not has distinct drawbacks for both sexes.