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page 2: Me talking about issues scared Jase more than a drunk with a pistol.

page 230: My boots crunch on the loose stones and there's a cold mist on my face that tastes like life.

Plugged © Eoin Colfer 2011

page 3: The coffee here, thank you for asking, is the worst f•••ing coffee I have ever tasted, and that's saying something, considering the shit my second wife used to make.

page 20: ... and Kebreth did get stronger, he did get braver, as strong as one of Selassie's lions, as brave as one of his tigers, while I remained a coward, which is why he is dead and I am still alive.

page 56: and when I woke up my mother was in the bed beside me, her knees curled up under her chin, looking seventeen again, but gaining ten hard years the moment she opened her eyes.

page 100: My brain remains my best feature, never sleeping, never stopping, grey with fear.

The Coffee Story © Peter Salmon 2011

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page 5: When you become old… When you become old, you find yourself auditioning for the role of a lifetime; then, after interminable rehearsals, you’re finally starring in a horror flim – a talentless, irresponsible, and above all low-budget horror film, in which (as is the way with horror films) they’re saving the worst for last.

page 27: The dogs in the valley barked. And the dogs in the village, not to be outdone, barked back.

page 30: Aren’t they nice, the young? They’ve stayed up till dawn for two years drinking instant coffee together, and now they’re opinionated – they have opinions.

page 67: Keith dropped his head and gazed at the grainy murk in the bottom of his coffee cup. There was something in him that wasn’t there before. It was born when Lily said the word desperate.

It was hope.

Copyright © 2010 by Martin Amis

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