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I have my theories, I said before Grayling could speak. Please feel free to keep them to yourself, the Scot suggested.

Jealousy doesn't become you. Of course I care about your welfare as well as Sebastian's, and Temple's too, of course—but the last time I saw him he barely escaped poofing in the sun.

Pain could be killed. Sadness could not, but the drugs did shut its mouth for a time.

Sometimes such an experience bound one person to another; just as often the shame of one's powerlessness made all witnesses into enemies.

Alma used the word settled the way less genteel people used motherfucker, as a chisel to pry open a particular feeling.

The championship would be their sole acquaintance with justice at Nickel.

In his life, Donald wrapped himself in a kind of quiet that, depending on the observer, signaled imbecility or a reservoir of mystery.

A plantation was a plantation; one might think one's misfortunes distinct, but the true horror lay in their universities.

eccentric" being a word, Lila Mae notes dryly, that white people use to describe crazy white people of stature)

Roger Tipple did not have a weak chin so much as a very aggressive neck.

Rumors have flourished in worse soil than this.

each opportunity for escape was undermined by his certainty that things were about to go back to normal, that this savage new reality could not hold.

never had an inevitability been so politely proposed

Blake's face distorted in surprise and worry, that of a man stumbling into a kingdom of hornets.

Who knew what brand of mutiny his captives might cook up if they shared a common tongue.

brought down the roof of the doghouse, and a squeal from the dog, who had just had his tail

There was pain and then there was pain. Different magnitudes you could stand or not stand. Wetting your beak and wetting your beak.

the buttons of his dark blue uniform allude to an ongoing border dispute with his soft belly.

Alma used the word settled the way the less genteel used motherfucker, as a chisel to pry open a particular feeling.

I was a skinny guy, but I was morbidly obese with doom.

Humiliation was his currency, but tonight Miss Laura had picked his pocket.

Lesson: If you're going to view blinds as taxes, be a Republican about them.

Do we judge a man by the weight of the envelope-or whom he gives it to?

You're manic-depressive and you're manic-depressive too and you, you're definitely manic-depressive, girl. And you over there in the corner, you're just plain fucking depressive.