Sheep. Looting. Cousins." Lucien cursed and got out of bed.

City people. They may know how to street fight but they don't know how to wade through manure.

Fifteen minutes later I was an expert. That's all you need. I think I was even getting the upper hand, which is very simple with a guy. Anything seems to turn them on.

It’s Tolstoy, by the way,” I say as I open the door. He turns around. “What?” Shut up, I tell myself. Shut up. “The writer of Anna Karenina. Not Trotsky. Trotsky was a revolutionary who was stabbed with a pickax in Mexico in 1940. But I can understand how the T thing could confuse you.

Do something that scares you everyday.

She comes from the school of getting it out of your system, whereas he comes from the school of stewing over it.

My father took one hundred and thirty-two minutes to die.