Sometimes love makes you selfish. Sometimes it makes you stupid. Sometimes it reminds you why you love your gun.

I laid my hand on top of theirs, and all I could think was, Is this how revolutions begin? Not with a proclamation or a riot, but with a few people in a room somewhere with their hands clasped and a purpose.

I am a very linear thinker, so I write beginning to end. I write hundreds of pages per book that never make it into print

He gave a small nod, and I smiled back, and that was it. He understood that I'd understood that he'd understood. It took us one sentence, two looks, and a nod - with another woman it would have been at least five minutes of out-loud talking. Lucky for me I spoke fluent guy.

No. But then the American Government--whatever branch--has never really grasped the concept of tribal identity.

More sex. We must have more sex.

People go away and they don't come back.