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Brod stopped her before she could fling the latte in Marcella’s face.

Colonel Hammer glares, willing us to attention. A few pilots sit up.

The day was beyond the reach of words like tragic and hilarious.

I thought how she must thrash with savage agility when she made love.

The story of Wing Biddlebaum’s hands is worth a book in itself.

He shot a spear into a boom timber and pulled the boat to it.

Yang Wan-li said, There’s enough to eat. Who needs a lot of money?

Hello, women rising up against toxic men. I salute you. And I apologize.

She has a small solid mess of troubles she longs to upchuck.

Rules are rules. No one comes this close, this fast. Protocol reigns.

I’ve got other plans. And they don’t center on ringnecks.

A dangerous heat came from him, the heat of some interior decay.

In the thickening smoke the workers clawed and flailed at one another.

His chest was sweaty and his T-shirt stuck to it, bleeding black.

The Morgan nosed her for another carrot. She petted his neck. She had loved to canter.

Stocking shelves, like serving, is a job that will not let go of your mind.

Lee has taken on several of the great novelists of the past century.

He was caught. Of course he was caught. He was always caught.

She pictures her suitcase covered in blood, wishing for anything to happen.

Any white man without a servant was presumed to be in need of help.

Crescencia knew that it was a sin to be in love with a married man.

When the thugs from the bank showed, up my father laughed.

He doesn’t have to lie about oatmeal. That’s the way things are for him.

The wok oil ready to tremble and smoke—everything, ready.

It’s not the sun and all its colonies that miss you—it’s the frailest barriers.

It had always been this way. Mothering, for my mother, was a cameo role.

In the story she was a dripping, chocolate-covered vamp.

Protect your hands. You can always get by if your hands aren’t broken.

Somewhere along the way her husband had gotten scared.