You know," Glen Bateman said, looking out toward Grand Junction in the early light of morning, "I've heard the saying 'That sucks' for years without really being sure of what it meant. Now I think I know.

I don't have nightmares; I give them all to you.

Any thoughts of guilt, any feelings of regret, had faded. The desert had baked them out.

Superhero movies and comic books teach a lesson that runs directly counter to the culture-of-violence idea: guns are for bad guys too cowardly to fight like men.

But sorry is the Kool-Aid of human emotions. [...] True sorrow is as rare as true love.

My wife has told me since that I was hungover every mornng until about two in the afternoon, and from five until midnight I was drunk out of my mind. So she says there was this period of about three hours when she could talk to me like a rational human being.

You pay for what you get, you own what you pay for... and sooner or later whatever you own comes back home to you.