I was wrong, I thought, but maybe if I stayed in this town long enough, I could make everything right.


    — Lemony Snicket, from Who Could That Be At This Hour?

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Then he brakes the truck and turns its wheel, and he is driving fast, fast, fast through the heat, the wind through the strings, the sound of return beneath our wheels.


    — Beth Kephart, from Small Damages

SENSUAL WOMEN, PHILOSOPHICALLY MINDED WOMEN, IT IS TO YOU THAT I ADDRESS MYSELF.


    — Jean-Patrick Manchette, from Fatale

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The man spoke, and all the others listened with interest, and their bare genitals stared stupidly and sadly at the yellow sand.


    — Milan Kundera, from “The Border” in The Book of Laughter and Forgetting, trans. by Aaron Asher

'Remember,' Ruth is saying, 'whose girl you are.'


    — Sarah Waters, from Affinity

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There will be outrage and disgust and people will turn on me at the last, they will hate me, my reputation will forever be destroyed, my punishment earned, self-inflicted like this gunshot wound, and the world will finally know that I was the greatest feather man of them all.


    —  John Boyne, from The Absolutist

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