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There is no street with mute stones and no house without echoes. --Gongora
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Without me, that girl will be gone. Gone-gone. You understand? Gone, baby, gone,' he sang.
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I love my burdens.
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You can have two families in this life, Joe, the one you're born to and the one you build.
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She told him that he had the most beautiful voice she'd ever heard, that it sounded like whiskey and wood smoke.
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mystic-river
smoke
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The ornament of beauty, Shakespeare wrote, is suspect. And he was right. But beauty itself, unadorned and unaffected, is sacred, I think, worthy of our awe and our loyalty.
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And yet they acquired. They built scaffolds of debt, and just when it seemed the pile would come tumbling down from the weight, they bought a living room set on layaway, tossed it up on top. And as they needed to acquire, they seemed to need to discard in equal or larger measure. There was an almost violent addiction in the piles of trash he saw, the sense it gave him of shitting out food you shouldn't have eaten in the first place.
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I'll be waiting at the airport.'
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Danny could see it in their faces when they shook Steve's hand--they'd have preferred him dead. Death allowed for the illusion of heroism. The maimed turned that illusion into an uncomfortable odor.
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heroes
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Luther had passed many a white church in his day, heard them singing their hymns and chanting their "Amens" and seen them gather on a porch or two afterward with their lemonade and piety, but he knew if he ever showed up on their steps, starving or injured, the only response he'd get to a plea for human kindness would be the amen of a shotgun pointed in his face."
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hypocrisy
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Craftsmanship, his Uncle Cornelius had once told him, was just a fancy word for what happened when labor met love.
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Cruelty is older than the Bible. Savagery beat its chest in the first human summer and has kept beating it every day since. The worst in men is commonplace. The best is a far rarer thing.
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Dennis Lehane |
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There seemed to be little rhyme or reason as to why one day snatching the correct words from the ether was like opening a faucet and other days it was like opening a vein,
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Hic kucuk bir tercihin tum hayatini nasil degistirebilecegini dusundun mu?
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Dennis Lehane |
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He understood people a little too well, and the knowledge made him nervous.
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And she was-definitely-a woman who did not shrink from gauntlets, but stepped up to them, and said, Okay, bring it. Bring your worst. I will get back up. Every time. I will not shrivel and die. So watch out.
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Driving down 93, I realized once and for all, that I love the things that chafe. The things that fill me with stress so total I can't remember when a block of it didn't rest on top of my heart. I love what, if broken, can't be repaired. What, if lost can't be replaced. I love my burdens.
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Sometimes, when outrage begat outrage with enough frequency, it threatened the fabric of the universe, and the universe pushed back.
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People surprise you sometimes.
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people
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sacred
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If a man was lucky, he was moving toward something his whole life.
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Another thing Tim was fond of saying was when a house falls down, the first termite to bite into it is just as much to blame as the last. Joe didn't get that one--the first termite would be long fucking dead by the time the last termite got his teeth into the wood. Wouldn't he? Every time Tim made the analogy, Joe resolved to look into termite life expectancy, but then he'd forget to do it until the next time Tim brought it up, usually when..
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Or some guy
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If Donald Trump puked, Copley Place is probably what would hit the toilet.
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Es la tension --le explique--. La espera. --?Que quieres decir? --A veces parece peor que la simple confrontacion. Te parece que si pudieras hacer algo dejarias de sentirte como si trataras de desprenderte de tu propia piel. Asintio.
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It transformed and sharpened everything she saw, smelled, felt. She could hear the ping of water moving through the pipes and smell metal in the river and hear rodents scuttle along the foundation. Her flesh felt as if it had been freshly slathered over her body this morning. She bet if she tried to guess the thread count of these sheets she'd come close, and her blood raced through her veins like a train moving across a desert at night.
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Le mire. --?Habias visto algo tan cruel? Solto una risita. --He visto cosas mucho peores, Kenzie. Me volvi hacia Devin. --?Y tu? --Por supuesto. --Echo un trago--. El mundo es violento, Patrick. La gente disfruta matando. Porque... --Les da poder --dijo Oscar. --Exactamente --reconocio Devin--. Tiene que haber algo en ello que te hace sentir la hostia de bien. Todo ese poder... --Se encogio de hombros--. Pero ?para que te explicamos esto si..
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Puedes tener algo a la vista durante toda tu vida, esperando que reconozcas su presencia, pero a menudo estas demasiado cerca para verlo.
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Dennis Lehane |
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People just want you to see them as they hope to be seen. And everyone wants to be seen as interesting.
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You ever hear of Little Christmas?" he asked her. "'Course," she said. "January sixth." "Nobody remembers it anymore." "Meant something in my time," she said. "My old man's too." Her voice picked up a tone of distracted pity. "Not yours, though." "Not mine," Bob agreed and felt a trapped"
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organs softening. "Trooper," Friel said, "You know what I like even less than ten-year-old black boys getting shot by bullshit gang-war crossfire?" Sean knew the answer, but he didn't say anything. "Nineteen-year-old white girls getting murdered in my parks. People don't say 'Oh, the vagaries of economics' then. They don't feel a wistful sense of the tragic. They feel pissed and they want somebody to be led onto the six o'clock in shackles...
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It's impossible to park on Tremont or even idle there for more than thirty seconds. A platoon of meter maids, imported from the female Hitler Youth shortly after the fall of Berlin, roam the street, at least two to a block, pit bull faces on top of fire hydrant bodies, just waiting for someone stupid enough to stall traffic on their street.
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It had happened before she was born, this wholesale discarding of American industry, this switch from a culture that made things of value to a culture that consumed things of dubious merit. She'd grown up in the absence, in other people's memory of a dream so fragile it had probably been doomed from the moment of conception. If there had ever been a social contract between the country and its citizens, it was long gone now, save the Hobbesi..
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Escuchamos a politicos que alientan nuestro odio y nuestros mezquinos puntos de vista y nos dicen que hay que volver a lo fundamental mientras toman el sol en sus casas de la playa escuchando el ruido de las olas que silencia los gritos de los ahogados. Nos dicen que es una cuestion racial y nos lo creemos. Al sistema le llaman <> y nosotros asentimos con la cabeza, encantados de habernos conocido. Culpamos de todo a los Socias,..
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La ciudad, dijo el locutor, estaba a la expectativa. La ciudad, nos aseguro el locutor, contenia la respiracion.
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She leaps into dark waters and then complains about the depth but blames me for the leaping")."
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Four in the morning, and she was more awake than she'd been in years. She was Christmas-morning-when-you're-eight kind of awake. Her blood was caffeine. Your whole life, you wished for something like this. You told yourself you didn't, but you did. To be involved in a drama. And not the drama of unpaid bills and minor, shrieking marital squabbles. No. This was real life, but bigger than real life. This was hyper-real. Her husband may have k..
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Kenzie... Me di la vuelta para mirar a Bolton. --Si usted y su socia no son ni civiles ni polis, ?que son? Me encogi de hombros. --Un par de idiotas que se creen mas duros de lo que realmente son.
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Me obligue a mantener la vista sobre esas imagenes, a no apartar los ojos de ellas; y muy pronto, la mirada se concentro en la foto numero veintiuno de la misma manera en que se veria monopolizada por una sola llamita en el extremo de una pantalla oscura. Lo supe de inmediato: esa era la foto que ya se habia abierto camino entre mis suenos y mis sombras hasta llegar a esa parte de la mente sobre la que no ejerzo el menor control. Seguiria v..
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Que me dice de...? --miro a Phil, luego a mi y despues aparto la vista. --?Si? --se intereso Barnett. --Bueno... creo que la bala estuvo dando vueltas por mis partes bajas y... --Sus organos reproductores no se han visto afectados, senorita Gennaro. --Oh --exclamo ella mientras me pillaba sonriendo y me lanzaba una mirada asesina--. No digas ni una puta palabra, Patrick.
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Dennis Lehane |
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His father was gone. He was no longer a son. He was a man without history or expectation. A blank slate, beholden to none. He felt like a pilgrim who'd pushed off from the shore of a homeland he'd never see again, crossed a black sea under a black sky, and landed in the new world, which waited, unformed, as if it had always been waiting. For him. To give the country a name, to remake it in his image so it could espouse his values and export..
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they had become the people her parents worked for. But they were better versions. And her parents, hungry as they were, would have expected no less. You couldn't fight the Haves. The only thing you could do was become them to such a degree that they came to you for what they had not.
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Dennis Lehane |
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A man is the stories he tells about himself, and most of those stories are lies. Never look too closely. If you uncover his lies, it'll humiliate you both. Best to just live with the bullshit.
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Dennis Lehane |
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Todo pasa. Tarde o temprano.
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Me di cuenta de que intentaba convencerse a si mismo, de que trataba de reunir el valor necesario para atravesar esa puerta. Pero aun le faltaba mucho para poder hacerlo. --Es la tension --le explique--. La espera. --?Que quieres decir? --A veces parece peor que la simple confrontacion. Te parece que si pudieras hacer algo dejarias de sentirte como si trataras de desprenderte de tu propia piel. Asintio. --Pues si, asi es como me siento. --E..
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