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Lydia is dubious at first, but if you can’t trust a librarian, who can you trust?

Each violent death amplifies itself a hundred times, a thousand times.

It seems impossible that good people – so many good people – can exist in the same world where men shoot up whole families at birthday parties and then stand over their corpses and eat their chicken.

There are so many griefs at once that she can’t separate them.

If there’s one good thing about terror, Lydia now understands, it’s that it’s more immediate than grief.

Humans seem to have no sense of the passage of time, of how much fun they are missing when a dog is doing Stay and has to sit and sit and not play.

"Treat! Soon it was my favorite word."

After reading that Cullinan had sought help from a sports psychologist to deal with his feelings of inferiority, Warne bided his time, and greeted the batsman at their next encounter with: ‘What colour’s the couch, Daryll?' 😂

"When he made his Test debut, he actually looked like that friend of a friend who turns up to help your club out on Saturday, who used to play but hasn’t for ages, who didn’t have anything on and thought it might be fun to have a bit of a run-around, albeit he’d had a few the night before and maybe you could put him somewhere quiet." 😂

In some environments, safety and truth are natural born enemies.

What got you out of bed and made you want to breathe in and out?

But all the time I fail. I hurt the ones I love.

Cricket is first and foremost a dramatic spectacle. It belongs with the theatre, ballet, opera and the dance.

His lip was not stiff. It was merely firm, as it always was.

"Thackeray, not Marx, bears the heaviest responsibility for me." Interesting.

Never underestimate your children’s capacity for impudence, should you ever have any.

"...even honest men crave power."

Enduring bitterness is a task I am adept at, thought Alther as the mender rattled on for several minutes.

"Keethro hoisted his readied supplies onto his back and set out for the journey with his best and only friend—the one he sought to kill."
It's getting way too complex now. 😅

"Three dogs were two too many…perhaps three too many if they were fed the flesh of men."

“McBain said there are only two types of human faces, pig faces and fox faces. I’d add that sometimes you see a man or woman with a horse face, but they’re rare. Mostly yeah, it’s pigs and foxes.”

"...fascination is fear’s twin brother..."

Wives had intuition; ex-wives seemed to develop high-def radar.

“Youth is a wonderful thing,” said Mr. Harrigan. “What a shame it’s wasted on children.”

We know nothing, nothing at all, of the results of what we do to children.

But it was not food that Buck and the huskies needed, but rest.

The dominant primordial beast was strong in Buck, and under the fierce conditions of trail life it grew and grew.

A handgun was an extension of one’s focus, a weapon of precision—like a thrown coin in anteverdant days. The soul of the Coinshot, his will made manifest.
The shotgun was something different; it wasn’t an extension of focus or will, but it did do a good job of representing his rage.

"… I once hadda eat twenty sausages for a bet. Won five notes, but spent an hour on the ground moaning like a fellow on the pot tryin’ to force a mango through his delicate doughnut, if you catch my meaning.”

The immortal demigod took a throaty slurp of her beer, then slammed the mug down onto the table, grinning like a four-year-old who had been paid in cookies to rat out her sister.