'Show off' was no insult in our family, but Arty had a way of turning 'sweetheart' into a thumb in the eye. — Katherine Dunn

The molasses voice pours into the sponge ear of the microphone and is transformed into silent, pulsing waves that radiate over a hundred miles.

And they looked at her, watched her, wanted to squirt her full of baby juice.

Papa had looked bad last time. This time he looked like Death's rectum.