I had a notion why the deer didn’t eat his flower salad.

No one needed or really wanted to ask about the classroom gore of the morning, letting go and moving on were what teachers had been trained to do. 

You have to stay here. We can’t let you leave the bar, you might tell someone of our predicament.

God, if you say one more weird thing about something, I’m gonna “thoat punch” you.

Writing a novel is the culmination of what I’ve been preaching most of my whole life.