It is fairly clear that many of the arguments against proposition testing are really arguments against propositions themselves.

He supposed that even in Hell, people got an occasional sip of water, if only so they could appreciate the full horror of unrequited thirst when it set in again.

Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.

Crying was like pissing everything out on the ground.

The multiple choices of possibilities of daily life are the music we dance to.

Writing is magic, as much the water of life as any other creative art. The water is free. So drink. Drink and be filled up.

Has it ever occurred to you that parents are nothing but overgrown kids until their children drag them into adulthood? Usually kicking and screaming?