Claude rubs the back of his neck and wrinkles his nose, about to tell me he was never sad. I believe this is called bravado and is not limited to lawyers, or even men, although that combination makes it almost unavoidable.

If I could keep a single moment for all time, that would be the one. I became the very air; I was full of stars.

Claude rubs the back of his neck and wrinkles his nose, about to tell me he was never sad. I believe this is called bravado and is not limited to lawyers, or even men, although that combination makes it almost unavoidable.

The truth may not be told. Here is an acceptable lie.

The twin gods, Necessity and Chance, walked among the stars. What needed to be, was; what might be, sometimes was.

Heaven has fashioned a knife of irony to stab me with.

I had felt the shot coming; I hadn't realized the bow was loaded with this very quarrel, perfectly calibrated to hit him hardest. What part of me had been studying him, stockpiling knowledge as ammunition?