You know how cats do. They hide to die. Dogs come home.
Evil's just destructive? Then storms are evil, if it's that simple. And we have fire, and there there's hail. Underwriters lump it all under 'Acts of God.
There is no murder. We make murder, and it matters only to us.
Intense fear comes in waves; the body can't stand it for long at a time.
You would think such a day would tremble to begin . . .
When you feel strain, keep your mouth shut if you can.