Friday Final Words

Happy Friday, Time to stretch you brain power. Can you guess what novels these final thoughts came from? Answers here.

1. Wisdom, I said oh so glibly the other day when I was pontificating on Shelly's confusions, is knowing what you have to accept. In this not-quite-quiet darkness, while the diesel breaks its heart more and more faintly on the mountain grade, I lie wondering if I am man enough to be a bigger man than my grandfather. 

2. Either way, everything will be fine. But if you have an opinion, please feel free to offer it to me through the gap in the door of the public restroom. Everyone else does. 

3. "We could make an omelet," I suggested. "We?" She smiled, handling me the carton, picking up her suitcase, waiting for me to open the door wide and let her inside. "One thing you should know about me, Lyova. I don't cook."