Self-parody is the first portent of age.
Anyway, whacking a surly bartender ain't much of a crime.
-she remembered them kindly, for there was a sweetness in boys that didn't last long, once they became men.
Part of the trick of being happy is a refusal to allow oneself to become too nostalgic for the heady triumphs of one's youth.
I think its a sickness to grieve too much for those who never cared a fig for you.
WHEN AUGUSTUS CAME OUT on the porch the blue pigs were eating a rattlesnake—not a very big one. It had probably just been crawling around looking for shade when it ran into the pigs. They were having a fine tug-of-war with it, and its rattling days were over.