Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.

His eyes were cold and brown - like coffee stains.

She even touches Jimmy's face on the photos, and I see what it is to love someone like Milla loved that man. Her fingertips are made of love.

The Gunman is useless. I know it. He knows it. The whole bank knows it.

I'm not one of these 'the characters write themselves; the story just fell out of me' kind of writers. Wish it was like that.

I say, 'Don't lose your heart, Rube.' And very clearly, without moving, my brother answers me. He says, 'I'm not tryin' to lose it, Cam. I'm tryin' to find it.

I'd been in love with her for years. I never left this suburban town. I didn't go to university. I went to Audrey.