Bean could see the hunger in their eyes. Not the regular hunger$$$ for food$$$ but the real hunger$$$ the deep hunger$$$ for family$$$ for love$$$ for belonging.

You're wonderful. Unique. I love you.

I thought that Mr. Clutter was a very nice gentleman. I thought so right up to the moment that I cut his throat.

If you let yourself love a wild thing$$$ you'll end up looking at the sky.

There were hints of sunrise on the rim of the sky$$$ yet it was still dark$$$ and the traces of morning color were like goldfish swimming in ink.

Always$$$ the path unwinds through lemony sun pools and pitch vine tunnels.

Lively$$$ too. Talky as a jaybird. With something smart to say on every subject: better than the radio.

Those fellows$$$ they're always crying over killers. Never a thought for the victims.

I thought of the future$$$ and spoke of the past.

She is pure Alice in Wonderland$$$ and her appearance and demeanor are a nicely judged mix of the Red Queen and a Flamingo.