...to swear with a ferocity that can only be described as a talent.

The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this.

That’s when I have to ask him. “Can you really talk like that? Being holy and all?”

“What? Because I’m a priest?” He finishes the dregs of his coffee. “Sure. God knows what’s important.

Four-letter words have always offended me. I cringe at hearing them. Can't, don't, and won't are the worst.

Though she be but little, she is fierce!

Just like a kitten that thinks its a tiger.