Friends come in and out of our lives, like busboys in a restaurant.

He lay back, put his arm over his eyes, and tried to hold onto the anger, because the anger made him feel brave. A brave man could think. A coward couldn't.

The town kept its secrets, and the Marsten House brooded over it like a ruined king.

I started to submit when I was twelve, and obviously at that time they weren't good enough, and I suppose in my heart of hearts I knew it. But you have to start sooner or later, you have to dig in.

Nobody likes to see a stupid guy wise up.

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Want a Coke?” Abra asked. “Sugar solves lots of problems, that’s what I think.