“Dude,” Diesel said. “That’s no way to get dessert.” Carl snapped to attention. “Eep?” “Cookies,” I told him. Carl jumped onto his booster seat, sat ramrod straight, and folded his hands on the table. He was a good monkey. I… — Janet Evanovich Copy Share Image
I want what we all want," said Carl. "To move certain parts of the interior of myself into the exterior world, to see if they can be embraced. — Jonathan Lethem Copy Share Image
