I feel the fear, but I walk fast toward it.

...to swear with a ferocity that can only be described as a talent.

Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.

Ed?" Ritchie says later. We're still standing in the water. "There's only one thing I want." "What's that, Ritchie?" His answer is simple. "To want.

The last time I saw her was red. The sky was like soup, boiling and stirring. In some places, it was burned. There were black crumbs, and pepper, streaked across the redness.

You can kill a man with those words. No gun. No bullets. Just words and a girl.

The paper landed on the table, but the news was stapled to his chest. A tattoo.