As far as he knew, I was dying.
Simmer down, let me hear the sound of them feet.
And stop talking in that puffed-up way they taught you. Words aren't brains, you know.
. . . I would have let him go one finger at a time, until, without his realizing, he'd be floating without me. And then I thought, perhaps that is what it means to be a [parent] - to teach your child to live without you.
Apparently sometimes my humor is dryer than a desert.
Power doesn't always corrupt. Power can cleanse. What I believe is always true about power is that power always reveals.