How'd it feel?" Rube asked himself. "I don't know exactly, but it made me want to howl.

...and the night is so deep and dark that I wonder if the sun will ever come up.

It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on, coughing and searching, and finding.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't be asking such things...' She let the sentence die its own death

Just be patient, she told herself, and with the mounting pages, the strength of her writing fist grew.

Something I'd like to be perfect at? ... Loving you,' I said. The words climbed from my mouth. 'I'd want to be perfect at loving you.

Please, trust me, I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.