The whiskey is amazing to me. I wonder why i never realized that i would like it. I wonder why i never tried it before. Liking it so much is dangerous now, and so i hold it and look through it, and drink it very slowly.

I had maggot brains that night and may have imagined half of it, and misunderstood the rest.

She blurbed through her Moms-All-Purpose-Adjustable-List-Of-Horrors that might have happened whenever a child is out of sight.

'Show off' was no insult, but Arty had a way of turning 'sweetheart' into a thumb in the eye.