"It's unlicensed merchandise produced in contravention of international copyright protection," Wally told him.
        "Maybe so," the man said, "but that don't authorize you to seize it. Where's your due process? Where's your authority? You aren't police." Poe-lease, he said, bearing down on the first syllable. "You can't come into a man's store, seize his wares."

Batman's Helpers by Lawrence Block, in A Century of Great Suspense Stories edited by Jeffery Deaver

At first Jill thought he was putting her on, but he really meant it. "This project is going to be honest. The usual ploy is pure exhibitionism—samples of the 'best' of everything, plus descriptive data which is really just a pat on the back for the status quo ante. Well, that's not for me. I'd like to include material that's self-explanatory, not self-congratulatory. Not art and facts—but artifacts."

Life In Our Time by Robert Bloch, in A Century of Great Suspense Stories edited by Jeffery Deaver

        They ate well, went on drives and gentle walks. If anyone stopped and talked, Sir James managed a sort of distant benignity which carried them through. As before, he was best if he talked about literature. Once, after Marcia had had a conversation with a farmer over a dry stone wall, he said:
        "Wordsworth always believed in the wisdom of simple country people."
        It sounded like something a schoolmaster had once drummed into him. Marcia would have liked to say, "But when his brother married a servant he said it was an outrage." But she herself had risen by marriage, or marriages, and the point seemed to strike too close to home.

The Gentleman in the Lake by Robert Barnard, in A Century of Great Suspense Stories edited by Jeffery Deaver

He knows it never hurts to practice-swing, to pound the plate, to chop from the chin, from the gut, from the hip, to imagine the crack-sound, to knock the thing against his thighs, rap it against his lifted cleats, hold it up as if to switch on the ballfield lights with it. He might dirt his palms and sand the wood with a milking stroke, check whether he holds it hard-viced. For good luck, he might kiss the head, butt, sweet spot, but, in any case, not more than one kiss. One is the sum of what The Diamond desires. One extra will curse the whole stadium.

Batter in 57 Octaves Below Middle C by Kevin McIlvoy

"I love you, Kay. That one? Pretty soft. Let's weigh it. I always have loved you. Always. Are you sure?"

Aisle 4, Mini Bob's Mart in 57 Octaves Below Middle C by Kevin McIlvoy