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“Well, you’re grownups,” she said, in a tone of voice that implied that they weren’t, and that even if they were they shouldn’t be.

Biggest police case we’ve had here in five years was when Dan Schwartz got drunk and shot up his own trailer, the he went on the run, down Main street, in his wheelchair, waving this darn shotgun, shouting that he would shoot anyone who got in his way, that no one would stop him from getting to the interstate. I think he was on his way to shoot the president. I still laugh whenever I think of Dan heading down the interstate in that wheelchair of his with the bumper sticker on the back, “My juvenile delinquent is screwing your honor student."

What I say is, a town isn’t a town without a bookstore. It may call itself a town, but unless it’s got a bookstore, it knows it’s not fooling a soul.

You can't always have things like they are in poetry. Poetry ain't what you'd call truth. There ain't room enough in the verses.

He said, "You look divine." "How the hell else should I look?" she demanded, sweetly.

Phrases like "then vanish the penny in the usual way", occurred every sentence or so. In this context, Shadow wondered, what was the usual way? A french drop? Sleeving it? Shouting "Oh my god look out! A mountain lion!" and dropping the coin into his side pocket while the audience's attention was diverted?

Chicago happened slowly, like a migraine.