“Murderer!” he said suddenly in a quiet but clear and distinct voice.Raskolnikov went on walking beside him. His legs felt suddenly weak, a cold shiver ran down his spine, and his heart seemed to stand still for a moment, then suddenly began throbbing as though it were set free. So they walked for about a hundred paces, side by side in silence. The man did not look at him.”What do you mean… what is… Who is a murderer?” muttered Raskolnikov hardly audibly.”You are a murderer,” the man answered still more articulately and emphatically, with a smile of triumphant hatred, and again he looked straight into Raskolnikov’s pale face and stricken eyes.”— Fyodor Dostoyevsky
“Good dog! Nice fetch!””He wasn’t fetching.””Bring her here, boy. Good job!”The dog looked from Zack to me.”I’ve been training him,” Zack said. “Up till now he’s brought home only dead rabbits, but I guess he’s finally getting the hang of it.”— Elizabeth Chandler
“People fear anyone who differs from what is considered normal, and in a small town the idea of normal can be as narrow as the streets.”— Elizabeth Chandler