No one will ever know what 'In Cold Blood' took out of me. It scraped me right down to the marrow of my bones. It nearly killed me. I think, in a way, it did kill me.
I remember things the way they should have been.
It is very seldom that a person loves anyone they cannot in some way envy.
Oh, I adore to cook. It makes me feel so mindless in a worthwhile way.
Ever since I was a child, folks have thought they had me pegged, because of the way I am, the way I talk. And they're always wrong.
The way his plump hand clutched at her hip seemed somehow improper; not morally, aesthetically.