Adaptation Is One Of The Great Advantages

I Got Out Of The Elevator And Confronted Mr. Wexler. “killing Is Wrong.” “we Kill Chickens,” Mr. Wexler Said. “we Kill Cows. We Kill Trees. So Big Deal, We Kill Some Drug Dealers.” It Was Hard To Argue With That Kind Of Logic Because I Like Cows And Chickens And Trees Much Better Than Drug Dealers.

Give Me The Gun." Ranger Said. I Extracted The Gun From My Pants And Handed It Over. Ranger Held The Gun In The Pulm Of His Hand And Smiled. "it's Warm," He Said. He Put The Gun In The Glove Compartment And Plugged The Key Into The Ignition. Am I Fired?" No. Any Women Who Can Heat Up A Gun Like That Is Worth Keeping Around.

Maybe It's Just Not The Right Time For Us To Be Married. I Don't Want To Be A Bounty Hunter For The Rest Of My Life, But I Certainly Don't Want To Be A Housewife Right Now. And I Really Don't Want To Be Married To Someone Who Gives Me Ultimatums. And Maybe Joe Needs To Examine What He Wants From A Wife. He Was Raised In A Traditional Italian Household With A Stay-at-home Mother And Domineering Father. If He Wants A Wife Who Will Fit Into That Mold, I'm Not For Him. I Might Be A Stay-at-home Mother Someday, But I'll Always Be Trying To Fly Off The Garage Roof. That's Just Who I Am.

I’m Going Back To Bed,” Grandma Said When Mooner And Dougie Left. “this Doesn’t Look Too Interesting. I Liked It Better The Other Night When You Were On The Floor With The Bounty Hunter.” Morelli Gave Me The Same Kind Of Look Desi Always Gave Lucy When She’d Just Done Something Incredibly Stupid. “it’s A Long Story,” I Said. “i Bet.

When You Get Ready To Write Your Novel, Outline It First. There's Nothing Worse Than Getting Halfway Through And Realizing You've Painted Yourself In A Plot Corner.