Sometimes a person has to be bold and trust that the person he’s being bold to will rise to the occasion.

How could you give up the throb of urgent throttle and the surge of roaring power that take you through the gates of fear to a state of nerveless bliss?

No sooner did the words leave his mouth than the man’s eyelids fluttered open. “No . . . police,” he said.

The police lieutenant appeared to be writing down exactly what Gleb was telling him, but relying upon completely different words.

At least once a day I press the Thought like a bruise, and if I don’t it eventually starts to play anyway.