I don&#39;t like L.A. It&#39;s just not fun. I don&#39;t know why, but I just don&#39;t get it. You have to drive to get everywhere, and when it rains everybody freaks out.

Detective Ramos confided in me, 'If something happens to you on my watch my ass is O-U-T.' 'How do you think I’d feel? D-E-A-D.

Historical truth, for him, is not what has happened; it is what we judge to have happened.

She worked her toes into the sand, feeling the tiny delicious pain of the friction of tiny chips of silicon against the tender flesh between her toes. That's life. It hurts, it's dirty, and it feels very, very good.

Written By Orson Scott Card

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