I saw you thought me foolish, and I knew that mamma and papa's plans could not be altered to please my fancy, and that my confessed distaste to them would give pain to both: therefore, I concealed my dislike, […]

Those days and nights, as I began to enter the shadowy timetable of The Darter's life, I found myself within a confabulist pattern that drew together barge smugglers, verterinarians, forgers, and dog tracks in the Home Countries.

Democrats also have an unfaced crisis.

Certainly he could outdraw just about anybody, and he knew how to tell a story, seamlessly weaving words and pictures together.