I think she must have lived where all the sad poets live, in that secret place where everything hurts all the time.
Dying in vain isn't really all that bad since nearly everyone does it. It's the living in vain you really have to watch out for.
The redheaded homicide detective stepped through the door at 7:30 A.M. and out into the August heat that already had reached 88 degrees. By noon the temperature would hit 100, and by two or three o'cl...
The rain was steady and unrelenting and, like all steady and unrelenting things, boring.
Very well, sir, to crime.
A Debs socialist. His son—my old man—sat down and cried when Taft lost the nomination to Eisenhower in ‘fifty-two. She leaned back in the leather chair. So when did the vote bug bite? In high school....
The laugh came then, a marvelous honking hoorah so infectious that Dill felt it should be quarantined.
They were the only kind he ever wore, primarily because they were all exactly alike and when he reached into the sock drawer, he didn’t have to worry about whether they matched.
She was wearing a dark-red swimsuit consisting of two small triangles up above and a mere suggestion of something down below. If she took everything off, Dill thought, she would look a lot less naked.
The eyes were large and gray and in a certain light looked soft, gentle, and even innocent. Then the light would change, the innocence would vanish, and the eyes looked like year-old ice.
The eyes were larger and gray and in a certain light looked soft, gentle, and even innocent. Then the light would change, the innocence would vanish, and the eyes looked like year-old ice.