Life turns on a dime.

When creative people do their best work, they're hardly ever in charge, they're just sort of rolling along with their eyes shut yelling wheee.

If it's ka it'll come like a wind, and your plans will stand before it no more than a barn before a cyclone

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

Deep inside her (ih her harrowed soul) she felt a glowing ember of fury at the man responsible for this. Tha man who had put her in this position. She looked at the pistol lying beside the basin, and knew that if he were here, she would use it on him without a moment's hesitation. Knowing that made her feel confused about herself. It also made her feel a little stronger.

Words create sentences; sentences create paragraphs; sometimes paragraphs quicken and begin to breathe.

One only wishes Wayne LaPierre and his NRA board of directors could be drafted to some of these scenes, where they would be required to put on booties and rubber gloves and help clean up the blood, the brains, and the chunks of intestine still containing the poor wads of half-digested food that were some innocent bystander's last meal.