He threw his burning cigarette onto our clean living room floor and ground it into the wood with his boot. We were about to become cigarettes.

He threw his burning cigarette onto our clean living room floor and ground it into the wood with his boot. We were about to become cigarettes.

What do you do with all this bank, Josie? Be a lot easier if you just lifted your skirt.” “The only reason I’d lift my skirt is to pull out my pistol and plug you in the head.

I wasn't certain of anything anymore, except that New Orleans was a faithless friend and I wanted to leave her.

Sometimes we set off down a road thinkin' we're goin' one place and we end up another. But that's okay. The important thing is to start.

I leapt eagerly into books. The characters’ lives were so much more interesting than the lonely heartbeat of my own.

Tragedy was a big social event, and everyone wanted in on it.