The opening paragraph;
Brain tissue clung like wety grey lint to the sleeves of DR. Kay Scarpetta's surgical gown, and the front of it was splashed with blood. Stryker saws whined, running water drummed, and bone dust sifted through the air like flour. Three tables were full. More bodies were on the way . It was Tuesday, January 1, New Year's Days. She saw her assistant lift the shimmering block of organs from trhe chest cavity...''
Delightful, don't you think?
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- SarahJane.
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- Wow, life. It's unlike anything in fiction.
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My favourite quotes. Misc.
- William James: To change one's life, start immediately, do it flamboyantly, no exceptions.
- Thomas Moore: The many great gardens of the world, of literature and poetry, of painting and music, of religion and architecture, all make the point as clear as possible: The soul cannot thrive in the absence of a garden. If you don't want paradise, you are not human; and if you are not human, you don't have a soul.
- Agatha Christie: I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
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