I can’t dance, remember?” I whispered.”It’s just a tango. It is like sex, except with clothes on.” Then, squeezing me closer: “Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot, you do not know how to do that either.

I was going into shock. The pain wasn’t getting any better, and I thought that I would probably black out before I found out how this was going to end. Just as well—I was never...

Hell had been his Vietnam. It had stamped its mark on him for all eternity, and no amount of denial or self-imposed ignorance was going to change it. Ever.

The snow wasn’t deep – in many places its crust was firm enough that they actually walked on top of it – but the wind was surgical, a precision instrument with needles for teeth, and...

Human beings are like the screwed-up children of alcoholic parents in that way, picking up the pieces afterward and trying to make up reasons why. You could argue that’s what makes us interesting, and maybe...

Like crucifixions and pornography, it never got old.

It’s like Sheriff Daniels sneezed, and they all caught the misinformation flu.