Love, like glue, is a four-letter word that ends in “e,” only much stickier. And I used to eat it as a kid—love, not glue, because what do you think I am, crazy?

“I keep my valuable things locked up. Everybody does. Therefore, criminals must …”

“I murdered all my staff. I’m terribly sorry. I thought they were someone else (…”

“Baby toys were left at my door. Either someone’s trying to get my attention, or…”

“It’s hard to hear over the racket of gunfire. Politicians want to talk about wa…”