In the end we always wear out our worries. That’s what Wireman says.

Semi-automatic s have only two purposes. One is so owners can take them to the shooting range once in a while, yell yeehaw, and get all horny at the rapid fire and the burning vapor spurting from the end of the barrel. Their other use-their only other use-is to kill people.

Kill if you will, but command me nothing!

She can't help it,' he said. 'She's got the soul of a poet and the emotional makeup of a junkyard dog.

If God gives you something you can do, why in God's name wouldn't you do it?

Small towns harbor small imaginations.

Men! She could not understand why so many women feared them. Hadn't the gods made them with the most vurnerable part of their guts hanging right out of their bodies, like a misplaced bit of bowel? Kick them there and they curled up like snails. Caress them there and their brains melted.