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“You'd think she'd be relieved," I said. "From what I hear, he beat the shit out of her."

"Not at first. She was crazy about him when he first got out. Still is, actually."

"That's probably why she called him the world's biggest asshole at the funeral," I remarked.”
― Sue Grafton, D is for Deadbeat

“The last thing I need is the sheriff on my case. That's who I thought you were, as a matter of fact. They got women sheriffs these days, did you know that? Sherifettes."

"So I've heard."

"What about you?" she asked. "How'd you become a detective. That's a weird way to make a living, isn't it?"

She was becoming real chatty now that I was on my way out and I wondered if I might pump her for more information. She seemed eager to prolong the contact, like someone who's been cooped up too long with a pack of preschool kids.

"I sort of backed into detective work," I said, "but it beats selling shoes.”
― Sue Grafton, B is for Burglar

“Psssh. This is where you females get in your own way. If a rich woman came up o me today and said, 'Marcus, you handsome devil, let me take you away from all this. A man as fine and smart and wonderful and good in bed as you shouldn't have to work.' Well, I wouldn't say, 'But how will I prove myself as a man if I don't work?' I would say, 'Sign me up! Just let me keep doing my radio show, please.”
― Xóchitl González, Anita de Monte Laughs Last

“Bernice sat in the chair by the window day after day, knitting a pearl-white sweater for Rog, a sweater she later admitted to me she didn't care if he ever wore or liked; she was knitting to keep him alive.”
― Paul Monette, Borrowed Time: An AIDS Memoir