“It was a strange way of killing, not by inches, but by fractions of hairbreadths, to beguile me with the spectre of a hope, through eighteen years!”
“Phury glanced at John and thought that sometimes it took only a hairbreadth between cars to avoid a mortal accident. Sometimes your whole life could hinge on a fraction of an inch. Or the beat of a nanosecond. Or the knock on a door. Kind of made a male believe in the divine.”
“Sometimes your whole life could hinge on a fraction of an inch. Or the beat of a nanosecond. Or the knock on a door.”
“I got almost eighteen years with you. The best eighteen years of my life.”
“Why should I be afraid now? Strange men have come to kill me ever since I was twelve years old.”
“That's the way it is with bullies, Grandma told me once. You give them an inch and they'll run you through with a knife.”