“Exciting wasn't turning out obe as easy as she'd thought it would be, but it was definitely worth pursuing.”

“I've been spending a lot of time out of here," Harry said. Thank God I don't have a date tonight. This would not be in easy smell to explain.”

“Rum and Coke, please," she told the bartender.Maybe that was why Liza and Bonnie never had guy trouble: great hair. She looked at Liza, racehorse-thin in purple zippered leather...Okay it wasn't just the hair. If she jammed herself into liza's dress, she'd look like Barney's slut cousin."Diet Coke," she told the bartender.”

“The measuring and mixing always smoothed out her thinking processes - nothing was as calming as creaming butter - and when the kitchen was warm from the oven overheating and the smell of baking chocolate, she took final stock of where she'd been and where she was going. Everything was fine.”

“He was not looking forward to breaking the law. He was straight now. He'd matured. Crime no longer excited him.What?' Ronald said.I didn't say anything.'You're breathing heavy.”

“There wasn't enough gratitude in the world for a server who kept drinks coming at a time like this.”

“Where were all the women gamblers? It wasn't as if being a woman wasn't a huge risk all by itself. Twenty-eight percent of female homocide victims were killed by husbands or lovers.Which, come to think of it, was probably why there weren't any women gamblers. Living with men was enough of a gamble.”