Is it a boy or a girl?" "It's a girl. Really! Can't you tell by looking at it? "Is it mine?" "It is not." "Oh? Well, if it is, you needn't say so now. You can say when you feel like it. Years and years from now." "It is not. It really is not. I haven't forgotten that I loved you, but you are not to imagine things.

...this cold woman who was not exactly cold, this rock who was not stone.

The mind is exercised by the variety and multiplicity of the subject matter, while the character is moulded by the contemplation of virtue and vice.

If it is committed in the name of God or country, there is no crime so heinous that the public will not forgive it.

Written By Tom Robbins

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