Nothing in my life would mean anything if you weren’t here to share it. There’d be no reason to get up in the morning without you to light the sun with your smile.

Grinding her teeth together, she hoped the bastards weren’t cheering yet, because it was going to take more than one bullet to kill Jenny Jones.

If you can read, you don’t ever have to be lonely.

If I fall down the stairs,” she added in a low dry voice, “and end up sprawled at the bottom in front of all those swells, I’m going to pretend that I’m dead. You tell someone to haul me off to the nearest boardinghouse, then go have your supper.

Things were progressing as expected, which was to say that she had lost control of her life. In.

A man could shoot a squirrel out of a tree from a distance of sixty feet. But he couldn’t vomit into a bucket or pee into a pot only two feet away. It was one of the great mysteries of life.

A man could shoot a squirrel out of a tree from a distance of sixty feet. But he couldn't vomit into a bucket or pee into a pot only two feet away. It was one of the great mysteries of life.

And please punish Jenny. You could strike her dead. Amen.” Jenny blinked. “I’m no expert on this, but… are you supposed to pray for someone to be struck dead?

Go to sleep now and rest. Our job is done. You kept your promise, and I kept mine...

And home was where you planted flowers in the expectation that you would be there to see them bloom year after year.