Whatever. As far as I can see, there is one state of dead and that’s ‘not living.’ Now, do you have anything useful to add to this investigation or n… - Jasper Fforde

“James Crometty!” demanded Bowden. “Did you kill him?”
“I kill a lot of people,” whispered Felix7. “I don’t remember names.”
“You shot him six times in the face.”
The dying killer smiled.
“That I remember.”
“Six times! Why?”
Felix7 frowned and started to shiver.
“Six was all I had,” he answered simply.

"The stupidity surplus," repeated Landen as he sat down at the kitchen table, "I'm all for responsible government, but storing it up like this is bound to cause problems sooner or later—even by acting sensibly, the government has shown itself to be a bunch of idiots."
"There are a lot of idiots in this country," I replied absently, "and they deserve representation as much as the next man."

Money had never been a problem in the Book World. All the details of life were taken care of by something called Narrative Assumption. A reader would assume you had gone shopping, or gone to the toilet, or brushed your hair, so a writer never needed to outline it.