We fail in the work of grace and love when there is too much of us and not enough of God.
—¡La madre que lo parió! —masculló, pero como estaba decidido a pillarlo por sorpresa, optó por imitar su tono alegre—. Ven, Tiburón, ven, cabroncete. Aquí, chico, ven, engendro del demonio...
Everything I know, I learned from dogs.
For the first time I saw a medley of haphazard facts fall into line and order. All the jumbles and recipes and hotchpotch of the inorganic chemistry of my boyhood seemed to fit into the scheme before my eyes—as though one were standing beside a jun...
