She didn't sound glad. It irritated him a little. Hurt his feelings. But instead of going off to nurse his wounds, he merely noticed his emotions as if he were a dispassionate observer. He saw himself; important self-made man, yet at home a little boy who can be hurt, not even by a word, but by a short pause of indecision. Sensitive, sensitive, and he was amused at himself: for a moment he almost saw himself standing a few inches away, could observe even the bemused expression on his own face

[He] made a little whimpering noise that meant everything she wanted it to mean.

What bothered him was that he didn't exactly care. He didn't not care either. He was just going through the motions as he had a thousand times before, and this…

Oops, I thought. Oops is an all-purpose word standing for every bit of profanity, blasphemy, and pornographic and scatological execration I could think of.

Anger is meant to be acted on. It is not meant to be acted out. Anger points the direction. We are meant to use anger as fuel to take the actions we need to mo…

'Course I care. I always care. But there's no point in making a song and dance about it, like that night he stayed here. Know something? There's only one thing…

How horrible it is to have so many people killed! And what a blessing that one cares for none of them!