It is very seldom that a person loves anyone they cannot in some way envy.
I remember things the way they should have been.
The way his plump hand clutched at her hip seemed somehow improper; not morally, aesthetically.
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.
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.
Oh, I adore to cook. It makes me feel so mindless in a worthwhile way.