Like Ray himself, her granddad had bought the right to be privately eccentric by doing good public legal works.
Augmenting her reliable perimeter shooting was a growing taste for driving to the basket. She was no longer on speaking terms with physical pain.
Eliza was exactly half pretty.
The autobiographer now thinks that compliments were like a beverage she was unconsciously smart enough to deny herself even one drop of, because her thirst for them was infinite.
sounded like her unpretended true self.
because serious fans always need to feel uniquely connected to the object of their fandom; they jealously guard those points of connection, however tiny or imaginary, that justify the feeling of uniqueness.
There are few things harder to imagine than other people’s conversations about yourself.