To me, all human behavior is unpredictable and, considering man's frailty... and... the ramshackle universe he functions in, it's... all irrational.

My, my. A body does get around.

She clung to that which had robbed her, as people do.

Gough never pretended to perfection or to sainthood - well, hardly ever. Although when he set off the metal detector at airport security, he would blame his aura.

This is a free country. Folks have a right to send me letters, and I have a right not to read them.

Even sound seemed to fail in this air, like the air was worn out with carrying sounds so long.

Pointless. . . . Like giving caviar to an elephant.