Fortune Favors the Dead

Be as circumspect as you feel is needed," she'd told me. "But do not deny who you are. There will always be someone looking to beat you down. Do not do their job for them.

Hold on tight to what you can while you can. There's not a better world out there. There never will be. Unless we make it.

It seems that the argument you were leading to was that religion has been used through the centuries as a goad to enforce the law,

I’m not too fond of cops.” She almost smiled again. “They have their purposes. And they do…frown on the casual littering of bodies.

What are you doing Friday night?" I asked. "Whatever you tell me to do." The line dripped with the kind of innuendo they invented the Hays Code for.

A person forced to deny who they are can easily bow under the weight of their unhappiness.

I'm to take Becca Collins out dancing and try to get a glimpse of her inner workings?' 'Don't be crude.' She sniffed and, dare I say it, blushed a little. 'I trust you to use your best judgment. Don't do anything you aren't comfortable with.' 'You realize I used to dress up like a showgirl and have knives thrown at my face. My threshold for uncomfortable is pretty high.

It's the ones that look like they're sleeping that I have a hard time with. Eventually, I notice the stillness. The absence of things I take for granted: the slow in-and-out of regular breathing, the thrum of blood pulsing under the skin. It hits me that they're not just playing a champion game of possum. It sinks in how thin the line is between me and them. One thimble of poison in my coffee and that's that. That's when the cold finger runs up my spine.

Not only do you not fit, but you’re not afraid of standing out,” Hollis said. “You and your boss both. Nails that stick out get hammered down, Will. Just be careful is all I’m saying.

I tried to hammer my red curls into something closer to Carole Lombard than Harpo Marx but eventually gave it up for lost.

The singer was draped in an ankle-length dress stitched together with sequins and a prayer. She clutched the microphone like it was a lifeline

Sure, she knew her husband better than anybody. But I didn't know how many pairs of rose-colored glasses she owned.

Whenever someone bends over backward to tell me so-and-so was a saint, I always wonder what sins they’re trying to sweep away.

The lady of the house has gone adventuring and I know not where.