Pick A Sin We Can Both Live

Well. That's Helpful. We'll Put An Apb Out On The Gingerbread Man. I'm Not Hopeful It'll Do Us Much Good, Though. Word On The Street Is You Can't Catch Him.

Men, She Thought, Were One Of The World's Few Sure Comforts, Like A Fire On A Cold October Night, Like Cocoa, Like Broken-in-slippers. Their Clumsy Affections, Their Bristly Faces, And Their Willingness To Do What Needed To Be Done - Cook An Omelette, Change Lightbulbs, Make With Hugging - Sometimes Almost Made Being A Woman Fun.

God Saves - But Not Now, And Not Here. His Salvation Is On Layaway. Like All Grifters, He Asks You To Pay Now And Take It On Faith That You Will Receive Later. Whereas Women Offer A Different Sort Of Salvation, More Immediate And Fulfilling. They Don't Put Off Their Love For A Distant, Ill-defined Eternity But Make A Gift Of It In The Here And Now, Frequently To Those Who Deserve It Least. So It Was In My Case. So It Is For Many. The Devil And Woman Have Been Allies Against God From The Beginning.

I Felt Like It Needed Some Color Down There, So I Painted The Walls With The Motherfucker.

The Mad Sometimes Drilled Holes In Their Own Heads To Let The Demons Out. To Relieve The Pressure Of Thoughts They Could No Longer Bear. Jude Understood The Impulse. Each Beat Of His Heart Was A Fresh And Staggering Blow Felt In The Nerves Behind His Eyes And In His Temples. Punishing Evidence Of Life.