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“‘Get your fucking hands off me, goddamn it!’ bellowed Florynce Kennedy, enormous peace sign earrings flying, her head wrapped in a red turban.”

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

“Awago Beach is this place.”

“No one remembers her beginnings.”

“Son,

History does not repeat, but it does instruct.

The first time I got drunk was on Elijah’s wine.

“Inspiration is the unforeseen quantity, the muse that assails at the hidden hour.”

“On a street in Paris, a woman pauses to light a cigarette.”

You think about being small, A child.

It was late in the Spring when I noticed that a girl was following me, nearly the end of May, a month that means perhaps or might be.

Paris is a ceaselessly mythologized city.

I have never been comfortable in my own body.

I like the lady horses best.

My work is loving the world.

Dear Naomi, I've finished the bloody book.

In later years, holding forth to an interviewer or to an audience of aging fans at a comic book convention, Sam Clay like to declare, apropos of his and Joe Kavalier's greatest creation, that back when he was a boy, sealed and hog-tied inside the airtight vessel known as Brooklyn, New York, he had been haunted by dreams of Harry Houdini.