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“Ann broke in. "I'm sorry, June. This is Kinsey Milhone. She's a private detective Pop hired to help us out."

"Private detective?" she said, with disbelief. "I didn't think there was a such a thing, except on television shows."

"Nice to meet you," I said. "I'm afraid the work we do isn't quite that thrilling."

"Well I hope not. All those gun battles and car chases? It's enough to make my blood run cold! It doesn't seem like a fit occupation for a nice girl."

"I'm not that nice," I said modestly.

She laughed, mistaking this for a joke.”
― Sue Grafton, F is for Fugitive

“My irritation began mounting as he and Arnold volleyed Leslie's unchallenging, simplistic questions. "Do you feel intimidated by women taking up more space in the art world?" What fucking space? I thought. We were given the corners men deemed too dark and dusty. "How do you think the softness of women's work helps to reinforce the linearity of men's art practices?" Who the fuck said women's art existed to do or say anything about men's art practices?

"Leslie, this might be controversial to say here," Jack said, with the air of a provocateur, and I could feel the room -- the men, especially -- lean in toward him, eager to lap up the crap he was about to serve. "Because I admire what you've done. But should this gallery even exist?”
― Xóchitl González, Anita de Monte Laughs Last

“Anna wondered what it was that was so alienating about cars. Somehow, more than any othter machine, they seemed to create a world of their own, a mobile pack-rat midden full of personal artifacts that utterly separated man from the natural environment he hurtled through.”
― Nevada Barr, Ill Wind

“I found Shaw's place easy enough, but had to drive past the address and park around the corner to avoid the residential parking signs and all the dib holders -- old office chairs, busted baby strollers, orange traffic cones -- sitting in shoveled-out spots, waiting for their shovelers' return. The practice of saving your spot on a city street was technically illegal, but so were a lot of things the city let slide until somebody made a big stink about it and ruined it for everybody else.”
― Tracy Clark