Her Laughter Was A Shiny Thing, Like

In Families, There Are No Crimes Beyond Forgiveness.

American Men Are Allotted Just As Many Tears As American Women. But Because We Are Forbidden To Shed Them, We Die Long Before Women Do, With Our Hearts Exploding Or Our Blood Pressure Rising Or Our Livers Eaten Away By Alcohol Because That Lake Of Grief Inside Us Has No Outlet. We, Men, Die Because Our Faces Were Not Watered Enough.

Anyone Who Knows Me Well Must Understand And Be Sympathetic To My Genuine Need To Be My Own Greatest Hero. It Is Not A Flaw Of Character; It Is A Catastrophe.

Her Laughter Was A Shiny Thing, Like Pewter Flung High In The Air.

I Was The Only Person In The World Who Thought It Was A Military Duty To Appear To Be In A Good Mood.