I feel that if you are blessed, or lucky enough, to be doing well, you should help others.

By 17, I was submitting to publications and collecting my first rejection slips.

I kissed him on the cheek and left to find Bobby Lee. Him, I trusted to be in the line of fire. But it was more than that: I wasn't sleeping with bobby Lee. I didn't love him. Sometimes love makes you selfish. Sometimes it makes you stupid. Sometimes it reminds you why you love your gun.

There are a thousand ways to hurt someone you love that have nothing to do with physical violence.

Still it might be nice, once in a while, not to have to choose between evils. Just once, couldn't I choose the lesser good?

I wasn't like most girls.

I don't want him hurt because he got out of hand with me." "Yet you would have shot him." I shrugged. "I never said I was consistent, just serious.