“Just dinner,” Ben said. “And not some kind of perverted thing where I clock you on the head when your back is… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“Tell me why, Been. Why would you trick us in the first place?" Ben stopped pacing. Looked directly at me. "Don't you… — Kathy Reichs Copy Share Image
“You can't dance to paintings. This is something Ben said, during one of our White Cube conversations, back when I was still… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“Ben," I said warningly, my face on fire now. "Don't be so crude." "I'll be whatever the hell I like.” — Vivian Arend Copy Share Image
