It Was Best Not To Think, Not

He Handed Her Her Cap And Sunglasses, Then Put On His Own While She Frowned At Them. “what Is This?” “a Disguise.” He Grinned At Her. “dobie Wants You To Wear Them. Let’s Give Him A Break, Or He Might Order Fake Mustaches And Clown Noses Off The Internet.” She Rolled Her Eyes, But Put Them On. “and What, This Makes Us Look Like Twins? Where Are Your Tits?” “you’re Wearing Them, And May I Say They Look Spectacular On You.”' - Chasing Fire

Certainly The Plagiarism, And Dealing With The Fallout Of It, Was The Most Difficult Thing I've Ever Faced Since I Started Writing.

She Raised Her Eyes To His. They Had Both Come From Misery, She Thought, And Survived It. They Had Been Drawn Together Through Violence And Tragedy, And Had Overcome It. They Walked Different Paths And Had Found A Mutual Route. Some Things Last, She Thought. Some Ordinary Things. Like Love.

I Had That Hole In Me. That Empty Space...she Put It In Me, You Filled It...she Was Part Of My Life. You Are My Life. If I Have A Regret, It,s That Even For An Instant You Could Think Otherwise. Or That I Allowed You To. -roarke

Peabody, You Never Cease To Amaze Me." "one Day I'll Tell You About My Granny And Her Five Lovers." "five Lovers Isn't Abnormal For A Woman's Lifetime." "not In Her Lifetime; Last Month. All At The Same Time." Peabody Glanced Up, Deadpan. "she's Ninety-eight. I Hope To Take After Her.