“I could tell you a hundred things, thinks Jacob, and nothing at all.”
“Nothing that could fit on this page, or a hundred of these pages, would possibly accommodate all the things I should say to you, all the things you deserve to hear.”
“You're only a man! You've not our gifts! I can tell you! Why, a woman can think of a hundred different things at once, all them contradictory!”
“Tell me what you're afraid of,' Jacob said.Shit, I thought, this could take all day. My life was ruled by my fears.”
“I remember that we are all young, and I feel youngness in me, that I can keep trying. You can try a hundred things in your life, and if nothing in those hundred makes you satisfied, you can still go on trying.”
“I could think of a hundred things I'd rather do than follow a possible murderess and the ghost of her victim.”