Laurena

“coaxed,”
― Wilson Rawls, Summer of the Monkeys

“His shrill cries flood the forest like light engulfing a silhouette.”
― Nelou Keramati

“Your playmates sent him?” I asked, nodding at the dead man. “I only talked to him with this,” he said, patting the automatic on the bed, “but I reckon they did.” “How did it happen?” “It happened simple enough. I heard the door opening, and I switched on the light, and there he was, and I shot him, and there he is.”
― Dashiell Hammett, Red Harvest

“If we would learn what the human race really is at bottom, we need only observe it in election times.”
― Mark Twain