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“I had a nightmare," I tell her.

"I read that bad dreams can be caused by eating before bed."

"Good to know," I say, although I'm pretty sure my dreams of Vivian were caused by her diary and not what little I ate last night.”
― Riley Sager, The Last Time I Lied

“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

“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

“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