It was completely impossible to box with her. She had only one style, which we called Terminator Mode. She would try to nail her opponent, and it didn’t matter if it was just a warm-up of friendly sparring.

I believe that everyone has it in them to kill another person. In desperation, or hatred, or at least to defend themselves.

Sometimes they were together so often that it felt as though they really were a couple; sometimes weeks and months would go by before they saw each other. But even as alcoholics are drawn to the state liquor store after a stint on the wagon, they always came back to each other.

To Sally, who showed me the benefits of the sport of golf.

It proved once again the theory that no security system is a match for a stupid employee.

Candy within reach and then I have to go on a diet.

You're an entropic chaos factor