There is a common emotion we all recognize and have not yet named -- the happy anticipation of being able to feel contempt.
Writing novels is the hardest thing I've ever done, including digging irrigation ditches.
Gratitude’s got a short half-life, Clarice.
We can only learn so much and live.
He moves smoothly and slowly, carrying his concentration like a brimming cup.
The very air had screams smeared on it. He flinched from the noise in this silent room.