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“He has the memory of a convict, the balls of a fireman, and the eyesight of a housebreaker. When there is crime to fight, Landsman tears around Sitka like a man with his pant leg caught on a rocket. It's like there's a film score playing behind him, heavy on the castanets. The problem comes in the hours when he isn't working, when his thoughts start blowing out the open window of his brain like pages from the blotter. Sometimes it takes a heavy paperweight to pin them down.”
― Michael Chabon, The Yiddish Policemen's Union

“She can’t go in there,” he says firmly. “It isn’t appropriate.” “See this, sweetness?” Bina has fished out her badge. “I’m like a cash gift. I’m always appropriate.”
― Michael Chabon, The Yiddish Policemen's Union

“My Saturday Night. My Saturday night is like a microwave burrito. Very tough to ruin something that starts out so bad to begin with.”
― Michael Chabon, The Yiddish Policemen's Union

“She is getting old, and he is getting old, right on schedule, and yet as time ruins them, they are not, strangely enough, married to each other.”
― Michael Chabon, The Yiddish Policemen's Union