It's going to hurt$$$ now$$$ said Amy. "Anything dead coming back to life hurts."

Long ago she had given up trying to be deft or profound or anything in the company of people she was not interested in$$$ who didn't thrill her.

Well$$$ you not the first by a long shot. An integrated army is integrated misery. You all go fight$$$ come back$$$ they treat you like dogs. Change that. They treat dogs better.

Poison is like the drowned; it always floats.

There was a hint of spring in her sole green eyes$$$ something summery in her complexion$$$ and a rich autumn ripeness in her walk.

You couldn't learn age$$$ but adulthood was there for all.

I didn't kill him$$$ I just fucked him.

Michael was a purveyor of exotics$$$ a typical anthropologist$$$ a cultural orphan who sought other cultures he could love without risk or pain.

If I hadn't trained Lula Ann properly she wouldn't have known to always cross the street and avoid white boys.

They did not believe death was accidental - life might be$$$ but death was deliberate.