And since gin to artifice bears the same relation as tears to mascara, her attractions at once dissembled.

Oh Jesus God we did belong to each other. He was mine.

It’s better to look at the sky than live there

It's odd about tattoos. I've talked to several hundred men convicted of homicide-multiple homicide, in most cases. The only common denominate- I could find among them was tattoos. A good eighty percent of them were heavily tattooed.

But mostly they were lies I told; it wasn't my fault, I couldn't remember, because it was as though I'd been to one of those supernatural castles visited by characters in legends: once away, you do not remember, all that is left is the ghostly echo of haunting wonder.

Some prisons don't allow guitar because the strings can be detached and used as weapons.

Gasping for breath, the body still battling for life.