Because it's Sunday morning, and it's really nice outside... and I've got a lot of stuff that I'm in the middle of, getting in the way of stuff I keep neglecting, I'm just going to post five random sentences from what I'm finishing up, and say nothing else:
Imaginary girls don’t talk on phones or show up in pictures.
In Marbury, guns made gods of boys like us.
I did something to your brain, and you'd better get help, Jack.
That side: The worst things I'd ever seen in my life.
You haven't gotten away from anything.