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101 " What is the matter, Perry? Do you feel exploited.?”“I liked you better when you were this geeky quiet exchange student.”“Well, perhaps I liked you better when you just shut your mouth and stared at my chest,”she said, “but we cannot always get what we want in this world. "
― Joe Schreiber , Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1)
102 " Teardrop Tattoo locked eyes with me, and I saw my own death reflected there. It was not heroic or meaningful or even particularly interesting, just bloody, painful, awkward, and agonizing. "
103 " At first I didn’t think I’d even be able to play—I had way too much going on in my mind—but to my profound surprise, my fingers didn’t seem to care. Apparently if you wanted to rock, it didn’t matter if you had explosives in the basement, or a father with a chronic problem with keeping his dick in his pants, or a crazed ex-Blackwater employee with some religious conviction for ripping your head off. Hell, it might have helped. "
104 " Maybe not to you, but it matters to me.”“That is not what I mean.”She turned to face me. “I saw you with your father at that club. All he has to do is tell you to stop, and just like that you give up your dreams, like poof, like they were nothing.”“We were good up there.”Gobi smiled at me. She had the strangest way of doing that at odd moments. “You were better than good, Perry. You were great.”“Thanks.”“It is just a pity that you cannot stand up for what you love.”“What, like killing people for money?”Gobi stiffened. A flat, dispassionate mask clamped over her face, and her voice went flat. "
105 " Wait,” Maggs said. “Nobody knows what the incubation period for this thing is, right?” Hartwig didn’t take his eyes off Kindra. “Seemed pretty fast with Ra’at.” “Yeah, but Ra’at got tagged firsthand. Maybe accidental exposure takes longer.” Kindra could hear Maggs’s voice growing more confident as he spoke, warming to his own argument. “Point is, we don’t know. So before somebody does something stupid, how about we all take a step back, strip down, and make sure nobody’s got any open cuts that could have gotten contaminated blood in them.” He looked back at Combat Master Hracken, who still had not spoken. “What do you think? "
― Joe Schreiber , Red Harvest (Star Wars)
106 " Gobi jammed something hard into my spine, an elbow or a dagger or the barrel of a gun, and I sat down heavily, still feeling the old man’s eyes on me. They were as brown as chestnuts, searching and soulful, with the depth of those of someone who’d lost something close to him and had never quite allowed himself to get over it. "
107 " A young man’s distractions are far more potent than an old man’s memories,’he told me. He said that in the end memory is a cheat and a lie and no substitute for what he called the real stuff, the stuff of life. "