The Loneliness Of Another Can Be Shocking

L.a. Burns, And So Many Other Cities Smolder, Waiting For The Hose That Will Flood Gasoline Over The Coals, And We Listen To Politicians Who Fuel Our Hate And Our Narrow Views And Tell Us It's Simply A Matter Of Getting Back To Basics While They Sit In Their Beachfront Properties And Listen To The Surf So They Won't Have To Hear The Screams Of The Drowning.

Narrative Becomes The Way You Make Sense Of Chaos. That's How You Focus The World. It's The Only Reason You Should Ever Try This Writing Job.

Patrick Kenzie Asking A Bemused Waitress For A Newspaper In Smalltown Usa. 'it's Like A Homepage Without A Scroll Button?'

She Was Afraid Of All That And So Much More, But What Terrified Her Most Was Inside Of Her, An Insect Of Unnatural Intelligence Who’d Been Living In Her Brain Her Entire Life, Playing With It, Clicking Across It, Wrenching Loose Its Cables On A Whim.

And Often The Worst Thing Wasn't The Victims--they Were Dead, After All, And Beyond Any More Pain. The Worst Thing Was Those Who Loved Them And Survived Them. Often The Walking Dead From Now On, Shell-shocked, Hearts Ruptured, Stumbling Through The Remainder Of Their Lives Without Anything Left Inside Of Them But Blood And Organs, Impervious To Pain, Having Learned Nothing Except That The Worst Things Did, In Fact, Sometimes Happen. (mystic River)