Sometimes stories cry out to be told in such loud voices that you write them just to shut them up.

“I just didn't want her to get hurt. I thought she was going to be. But everyone…”

“Хората не стават по-добри, те стават просто по-умни. Когато станеш по-умен, не …”

“Was it pretty? Your country. . .your land?" "It was beautiful," the gunslinger …”

“Anyway, as the old barrelhouse song says, My God, how the money rolled in. Nort…”