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The next morning, I play the recording for Ocky. It is regular Friends. Monica makes a pie.

I was in a tailspin of confusion I hadn't experienced since the first time I heard George W. Bush speak.

This women/ killer was a testament to my theory that the crazier you are, the more calories you burn. That's why psychos are always so skinny.

We went to a Barnes and Noble, where I picked up an unauthorized biography of M.C. Hammer, and not wanting to overload her on her first book, I steered Dumb Dumb toward a Choose Your Own Adventure.

The big one was at least cute, and as annoying as she was, you couldn't get mad at a golden retriever.

I'm loud and brash. Certain people find that off-putting. Most straight men find that off-putting. This isn't hard for me to understand. Why is it hard for you to understand?

I wish Chunk was here to see this' 'If Chunk was here, he would be dead by now, Hannah declared. 'Who's Chuck?' Rex asked. As if I would name my dog Chuck. Sometimes I found Rex to be so stupid. 'It's Chunk, like chunky peanut butter. Chunk. He's my dog. He's amazing and he's dignified. He's got more dignity in one of his paws than Shakira does in her entire left hip.

Class, repeat after me: 'Dee Dee Demento has lost her mind'. -Sam

You skin is so soft. Smells like…" She had to tilt him to get this other arm free and hated knowing how badly she was hurting him as she did so. "Sheer, unadulterated fear?

He should've let her drown. Tally Cruise had the most God-awful voice Michael had ever heard, and he'd heard some doozies in Asian karaoke bars. Fortunately the violence of the storm, and the thunder of the waves, drowned out most of it.

Mother Divine, by Kurt Van Sickle—a great chanting CD to inspire good mothering.

the rider out of his mind that they saw a half mile off. If he had been a Hammer rider

It always surprised him when he thought of it later that he did not sink under the load of despair.

In my definition I am a protest writer, with restraint.

Clearly there is no moral obligation to write in any particular way. But there is a moral obligation, I think, not to ally oneself with power against the powerless.

Letters are, of course, quite special in my view, for when a reader has been sufficiently moved (or even perturbed) by a book to sit down and compose a letter to the author, something very powerful has happened. Things Fall Apart has brought me a large body of such correspondence from people of different ages and backgrounds and from all the continents.

Okoye, meanwhile, took the lump of chalk, drew some lines on the floor, and then painted his big toe.

It began to dawn on me that although fiction was undoubtedly fictitious it could also be true or false, not with the truth or falsehood of a news item but as to its disinterestedness, its intention, its integrity.

Decolonising the Mind, by an important African writer and revolutionary, Ng?g? wa Thiong'o.

The things that you appreciate as a reader are also the things you'll likely excel at as a writer.

A small thing, yes, but the world was rich with small things that in truth were signs of great importance.

Yes, she thought, revenge belongs to God. But justice? That will be mine.

She would hear the verbal balancing act: urgency mixed like gin amid the tonic of consideration.

A moment later, all of the men at the party, stupefied by the way the hooker had gone banshee