Only in today's sick society can a man be persecuted for reading too many books.
When death captures me," the boy vowed, "he will feel my fist in his face." (31.26)
I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.
One wild card was yet to be played.
But neither of us knows, because a fight's worth nothing if you know from the start that you're going to win it.
My own eyes try to sleep, but they don't. They stay wide awake as time snarls forward and silence drops down, like measured thought.