Not long ago I was much amused by imagining—what if the fancy suddenly took me to kill some one, a dozen people at once, or to do some thing awful, something considered the most awful crime in the wor...
Gates got up, but not fast or jerkily, with the same slowness that had always characterized him. He wiped the sweat off his palms by running them lightly down his sides. As though he were going to sha...
Many men would take the death-sentence without a whimper, to escape the life-sentence which fate carries in her other hand.
I would prove to you that being different isn't a death sentence but a call to arms.