Kimmery Quotes in Motherless Brooklyn
"What's to be good at?" I said.
"You have no idea. Breathing for starters. And thinking, except it's not supposed to be thinking.”
"Thinking about not thinking?"
"Not thinking about it. One Mind, they call it.”
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Get LitCharts A+I can't own a cat because my behaviors drive them insane. I know because I tried. I had a cat, gray and slim, half the size of Kimmery's, named Hen for the chirping and cooing sounds she made… […] She enjoyed my attentions at first, my somewhat excessive fondling. […] But from the very first Hen was disconcerted by my head-jerks and utterances and especially by my barking. She'd tum her head to see what Id jumped at, to see what I was fishing for in the air with my hand. Hen recognized those behaviors—they were supposed to be hers. She never felt free to relax.
"I'm a detective, Kimmery."
“You keep saying that, but I don't know. I just can't really accept it.”
"Why not?"
"I guess I thought detectives were more, uh, subtle."
"Maybe you're thinking of detectives in movies or on television.” I was a fine one to be explaining this distinction. "On TV they're all the same. Real detectives are as unalike as fingerprints, or snowflakes."
"Roshi says this thing about guilt," she said after a minute. “That it's selfish, just a way to avoid taking care of yourself. Or thinking about yourself. I guess that's sort of two different things. I can't remember."
"Please don't quote Gerard Minna to me on the subject of guilt," I said. "That's a little hard to swallow under the present circumstances.”

Kimmery Quotes in Motherless Brooklyn
"What's to be good at?" I said.
"You have no idea. Breathing for starters. And thinking, except it's not supposed to be thinking.”
"Thinking about not thinking?"
"Not thinking about it. One Mind, they call it.”
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Get LitCharts A+I can't own a cat because my behaviors drive them insane. I know because I tried. I had a cat, gray and slim, half the size of Kimmery's, named Hen for the chirping and cooing sounds she made… […] She enjoyed my attentions at first, my somewhat excessive fondling. […] But from the very first Hen was disconcerted by my head-jerks and utterances and especially by my barking. She'd tum her head to see what Id jumped at, to see what I was fishing for in the air with my hand. Hen recognized those behaviors—they were supposed to be hers. She never felt free to relax.
"I'm a detective, Kimmery."
“You keep saying that, but I don't know. I just can't really accept it.”
"Why not?"
"I guess I thought detectives were more, uh, subtle."
"Maybe you're thinking of detectives in movies or on television.” I was a fine one to be explaining this distinction. "On TV they're all the same. Real detectives are as unalike as fingerprints, or snowflakes."
"Roshi says this thing about guilt," she said after a minute. “That it's selfish, just a way to avoid taking care of yourself. Or thinking about yourself. I guess that's sort of two different things. I can't remember."
"Please don't quote Gerard Minna to me on the subject of guilt," I said. "That's a little hard to swallow under the present circumstances.”