“I love my father because I know that he wanted to be a top forty, touching pop song, but he just missed the mark and became a sad tune on the B-side. I always had the patience to listen to the B-sides, because my cassette recorder didn't rewind. I listened, I loved, because I had no choice. And now he's fading, off, and I can sense the pop tune coming on again. An I am so not in the mood for it at all. I want that sad song go on forever. I want my daddy to stay. I want to listen to these songs over and over and let them and him try my patience. I want to take my father and put him on continuous play.” Love Is The DrugSarabeth PurcellPage 85 Author:Sarabeth Purcell
“I’m Marshal Hackaberry,” the officer said. He might have been thirty years or fifty; he had the deceptive weathered face of Western outdoor men. His eyes were horizon-blue, his hair sandy. There was an Arizona twang in his voice.” Page 85 Book:The Expendable Man Source: The Expendable Man