A single idea, if it is right, saves us the labor of an infinity of experiences.

She had never yet encountered a personage so exotic, and she always felt more at ease in the presence of anything strange. It was the usual things of life that filled her with silent rage; which was natural enough inasmuch as, to her vision, almost everything that was usual was inqiuitous.

There are a lot of people I would have liked to have collaborated with, and would still like to.

Bob had a dog buscuit stuck to his head. "How does he always get food stuck to him?" I asked Morelli.  "I don't know," Morelli said. "It's a Bob mystery. I think stuff falls out of his mouth and he rolls in it. I'm not sure." -Morelli And Stephanie

Written By Janet Evanovich

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