We can never truly stop reading, because the letters S-T-O-P spell stop and not tanbark or peanutbutter.

If I am my mother, then parricide is certainly out of the question; to question is the nature of the heart, after all, and I have so many questions, but so do I.

He thought about this, quietly opening and closing the glovebox in which we kept a salty pair of galoshes to battle the rain.