Here's a passage from the book I'm currently reading.
GM: "It was so much easier when I was young. You got a boyfriend and you married him. You had some kids, you got older, one of you died and that was it."
SP: "Jeez, no true love?"
GM: "There's always been true love, but in my day, you either talked yourself into thinking you had it, or you talked yourself into thinking you didn't need it."
A little something from the previous book:
"Have you ever noticed that when you hear the word figment, it's always in relation to imagination?
Are there no other kinds of figment out there?"
And back to the current book:
SP: "How's your stomach?" I asked L
"It was good when I got up, but it's not so good now" L said
"Maybe it was the two double-sausage, extra grease breakfast sandwiches you ate," C said.
"Followed by a dozen doughnuts."
L: "I didn't eat the whole dozen, there's two left in the box............"
A Ridge Too Far
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