Ellen Raskin

I remember the will said, 'May God thy gold refine.' That must be from the Bible.""Shakespeare," Turtle said. All quotations were either from the Bible or Shakespeare.

Angela could not be the bomber, not that sweet, pretty thing. Thing? Is that how she regarded that young woman, as a thing? And what had she ever said to her except "I hear you're getting married, Angela" or "How pretty you look, Angela." Had anyone asked her about her ideas, her hopes, her plans? If I had been treated like that I'd have used dynamite, not fireworks; no, I would have just walked out and kept right on going. But Angela was different.

Who were these people, these specially selected tenants? They were mothers and fathers and children. A dressmaker, a secretary, an inventor, a doctor, a judge. And, oh yes, one was a bookie, one was a burglar, one was a bomber, and one was a mistake.

Life, too, is senseless unless you know who you are, what you want, and which way the wind blows.

Sandy fidgeted with his pen. __here__ something I didn__ write down. Maybe I shouldn__ tell you, you being a judge and all, but, well, Jake Wexler_ he__ a bookie.__o, he should not have told her. __ small-time operator, I__ sure, Mr. McSouthers,_ the judge replied coldly. __t can have no bearing on the matter before us. Sam Westing manipulated people, cheated workers, bribed officials, stole ideas, but Sam Westing never smoked or drank or placed a bet. Give me a bookie any day over such a fine, upstanding, clean-living man.

Grace sat down where the chair wasn't.