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1 " This is my version. It's from the Psalm of David. The lord is my shepherd. He doesn't mean a dog. He makes me lie down in green pastures. No cow patties, please. Thy rod and thy staff comfort me. Not if they're used to give a little kid a spanking. Thou preparest a table before me...hotdogs with ketchup, that's what I like best. .. And the part about the presence of my enemies - that takes care of Lindsey. Now the end. And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever. ..Breastless! "
― Jackie Weger , No Perfect Fate (Almost Perfect, #1)
2 " I was thinking about the two sides of fate.""I didn't know fate had two sides.""But, you believe in fate?""I guess.""what I was thinking is this: suppose I had been born February fifteenth instead of Valentine's? Wouldn't that put me on the other side of fate, a day later in life? Would I have still gottten sick? Suppose Roger had been born first? Would he be sick instead of me? If I knew just where I was standing when the germ found me, could I have moved over an inch and let if fly right on by?""I don't know, there're some things to which we never find answers - at least not the answers we want. "
3 " If Cleo could get her hands on the travel writer who made backwoods Georgia sound so magical, she would pluck out his eyelashes with tweezers. "
4 " Women have been hassling Fletcher ever since his book came out. Some want to convert him, and some want to kill him. Besides that, the book racked up a bunch of terrible reviews. Not that any of us care.” “Book?” Cleo was trying to change the direction of her mind in mid-thought. The man was a writer. An unmarried writer. His book had gotten rotten reviews. The poor guy. A writer herself, Cleo felt an instant affinity. Bev thrust a thin volume in Cleo’s direction. Cleo glanced at the title. For Men Only. 101 Ways to Stay Married. In very small print—and Still Do What You Want by Fletcher Fremont Maitland. "
5 " There must be a Neanderthal somewhere in your ancestry,” she said, a little on the testy side. “But don’t give it a thought; I’ll survive.” “I should hope so. It’d be a shame if you didn’t.” His voice was vibrant, accented heavily on interior syllables, Southern fashion. He could probably make it do anything. "