“My words were Egyptian hieroglyphics before the discovery of the Rosetta stone; my words were wounded soldiers limping home, guns spent, from a lost battle; my words were dying fish, flipping hysterically as the net is opened and the pile… — Andrew Davidson Copy Share Image
“How deep was the grim sorter of the dark and the foul going to send me?” — Andrew Davidson Copy Share Image
“It’s a strange but consistent trait of people who consider themselves unattractive. They look embarrassed if you suggest that they might be interested in… — Andrew Davidson Copy Share Image
“Vanity is both a great motivator and a great deceiver, and the idea of leaving behind an everlasting legacy can spur even the most… — Andrew Davidson Copy Share Image
“Some day soon," Lance said, "you'll walk out of here and have to decide how you're going to live the rest of your lives.… — Andrew Davidson Copy Share Image
“I could hear the hiss of various gases escaping the engine and the tires still spinning outside, above, and there was the creak of… — Andrew Davidson Copy Share Image
“She had what I'd call a lemming ass - that is, an ass that you would follow right over the edge of the cliff.” — Andrew Davidson Copy Share Image
“…She kissed me on my thin lips and all my words were pushed back into my mouth. “I don’t want to die,” she whispered,… — Andrew Davidson Copy Share Image
“Just as I was beginning my drift into unconsciousness, there was an explosion. Not a movie explosion but a small real-life explosion, like the… — Andrew Davidson Copy Share Image
