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The peanut seller tore sheets out of paperback books to make the cones.

“We’d be naive,” Crump went on, “not to assume that people are vile.”

“I’d like to talk to C about her personal statement,” Blattman said.

Lorenzo and me, we’d squat our own building. It was the new frontier.

Advance planning was never Hank’s strong suit, he had to leave her.

She favoured me with an even more viciously scornful “Don’t care!”

She is complaisant with all her clothes off. She moves to his touch.

Americans have always a kind of tenderness for cheat.

She is very rich. She will leave me everything when she dies, he says.

The thought of entertaining our relatives filled me with horror.

I needed a paycheck a lot more than I needed to be kissed.

She flicked a bit of citrus on her tongue. Her laugh was hard and high.

I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams.

If he’d had that seat belt on, he would have been pinned inside.

Mostly he was in a hurry, so he’d just stick it in and away we’d go.

Art touches the soul and moves life in ways that commerce cannot. E. L. Doctorow noted that writers seem to get business ideas almost right.

From the flight deck Gray could see home, wherever that might be.

The hound, the leash, the fence, the hens. So many of them.

The old man drinks some more liquor and whacks down two trees.

It is our first time, both of ours. This sentence ends with hate myself.

He fell to the floor and begged the gods. The gods were silent.

Waiting for a cure, waiting for the closeout sale, the black sail.

I should never have the notebook and the pencil in the right pockets.

Fitzgerald was about to turn thirty and felt the press of time.

The problem with my mother is that she thinks everyone a fool.

The elevator inside him begins to fall with dizzying speed.

Later, in a sudden about-face, she gives herself to him entirely.

Ah, yes, Rita reminded herself: I won. Her Mistress of Mayhem award.

Keely finally stops crying when they step outside. The shock of cold.