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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 4bd193e | People fear miracles because they fear being changed--though ignoring them will change you also. | Leif Enger | ||
| 5c5217a | Once torched by truth, Swede wrote years later, a little thing like faith is easy. | Leif Enger | ||
| 9002eb2 | Good advice is a wise man's friend, of course; but sometimes it just flies on past, and all you can do is wave. | Leif Enger | ||
| 7d0b116 | is worry's sly assassin. | Leif Enger | ||
| 015ebd3 | Make of that what you will. | Leif Enger | ||
| 84ade96 | You said yourself they didn't hurt your girl." Waiting, Davy asked, "How many times does a dog have to bite before you put him down?" | Leif Enger | ||
| e5c0992 | It's possible to perceive what is coming and still be dumbfounded when it happens. | Leif Enger | ||
| f3dacea | Not confidence--I understand confidence. What he had was knowledge. | Leif Enger | ||
| 2017cf9 | Oh, his speed was no shock--speed was never Alec's problem. It was his precision that astonished. Because listen: How many pitchers in any league have a fastball with its own nickname? And what kind of fastball earns the name Mad Mouse? I will tell you: the kind that twists in crackling without one notion where it's going. The kind you don't see but hear hissing to itself like the bottle rocket before the bang. | pitching | Leif Enger | |
| 67296b5 | Then Israel Finch got to his feet and pointed the light at Dolly. He told Tommy to hold her arms, and Tommy roared as if they were the funniest words in his reduced language. Realizing his cut wasn't mortal, Israel slapped Dolly across the mouth, told her she was in for deep regret now, boy, and reaching forth his strong smelly hands rent open the front of her sweater. That, Dolly said, is when she would've started to give up inside, had sh.. | Leif Enger | ||
| b1db8d5 | The firelight had restored his face to healthy color and she, all Frenchbraided, scarf unslung, resembled an opportunity missed by Rembrandt. | Leif Enger | ||
| 5fb0be7 | A person never knows what is next--I don't, anyway. The surface of everything is thinner than we know. A person can fall right through, without any warning at all. | Leif Enger | ||
| 7fdc7d2 | what is it like to have a dad? | marissa moss | ||
| 9649bdc | Let me say something about that word: miracle. For too long it's been used to characterize things or events that, though pleasant, are entirely normal. Peeping chicks at Easter time, spring generally, a clear sunrise after an overcast week--a miracle, people say, as if they've been educated from greeting cards. I'm sorry, but nope. Such things are worth our notice every day of the week, but to call them miracles evaporates the strength of t.. | Leif Enger | ||
| c598809 | I made a fist and held it out. It didn't look like much--not like a fist anyone would count on for protection. If war came seeking a person I loved, that undernourished fist was not going to be enough. I would have to put my whole body in the way | Leif Enger | ||
| 3e03ce1 | Is there a single person on whom I can press belief? No sir. All I can do is say, Here's how it went. Here's what I saw. I've been there and am going back. | Leif Enger | ||
| 1825146 | There is no better sound than whom you adore when they are sleepy and pleased | Leif Enger | ||
| 49648f3 | A veteran bystander to hard moments, I knew they went by quicker when you were unconscious. | Leif Enger | ||
| 874b6e6 | I wanted my children and grandchildren to know that no matter when you are born or where you live, happiness and disappointments have the same flavors the world over. | worldly-advice | Phyllis Reynolds Naylor | |
| 54871f7 | Patrick and I were about as different as two people could possibly be. Nothing embarrasses Patrick very much, and everything embarrasses me. Just being alive embarrasses me. | embarrassment | Phyllis Reynolds Naylor | |
| dff9dda | They need you until they don't need you. | Michael Connelly | ||
| bba89d2 | I reached between the seats to the backseat, where her purse was on the floor. It was the size of a grocery bag and it weighed a ton. "What the hell do you have in this thing?" "Everything." I didn't ask for further explanation. I managed to pull the bag up to the front seat, open it, and find her iPad. I put the bag on the floor between my feet, lest I pull a muscle leveraging it into the back again." | pull-a-muscle purse | Michael Connelly | |
| 5d399f0 | Hidden Highlands was maybe a little richer but not that different from many of the other small, wealthy and scared enclaves nestled in the hills and valleys around Los Angeles. Walls and gates, guardhouses and private security forces were the secret ingredients of the so-called melting pot of southern California. | los-angeles melting-pots society southern-california wealth | Michael Connelly | |
| 68080c7 | Out of the blue and into the black is what they called going into a tunnel. Each one was a black echo. Nothing but death in there. But, still, they went. | Michael Connelly | ||
| e516a30 | Shouldn't death be the relief from the tortures of life? | Michael Connelly | ||
| d8920bc | I really enjoy mysteries, well-written fiction novels, historical novels, and the occasional vampire, wolf, human triangle as long as it's real | Michael Connelly | ||
| ee6af1e | It had been one of the biggest landgrabs in the city's history and Bosch knew the story well, having tried all his life to counter his love of baseball and the Dodgers with the ugly story buried beneath the diamond where, as a boy, he watched Sandy Koufax and Don Drysdale pitch. It seemed to him that every gleaming success in the city had a dark seam to it somewhere, usually just out of view. | Michael Connelly | ||
| 7c62079 | The good ones all had that hollow space inside. The empty place where the fire always burns. For something. Call it justice. Call it the need to know. Call it the need to believe that those who are evil will not remain hidden in darkness forever. | Michael Connelly | ||
| 2f0af4e | Walls within walls, Bosch thought. He wondered what the owners did with all of their space besides fearfully guard it. | Michael Connelly | ||
| 6ffedab | The alley was like most any other alley in a city where the infrastructure was crumbling, in a state where the infrastructure was crumbling. It was a patchwork of asphalt spot repairs and loose gravel over a crumbling base of decades-old concrete. | Michael Connelly | ||
| 71bc64e | I'm a believer in the single-bullet theory. You can fall in love and make love many times but there is only one bullet with your name etched on the side. And if you are lucky enough to be shot with that bullet then the wound never heals. | Michael Connelly | ||
| 9ae60b5 | For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. When you look into the abyss the abyss looks into you. You know, all the cliches. They're cliches because they're true. You don't go into the darkness without it going into you and taking its piece. | Michael Connelly | ||
| c48dd2a | Are you like him?" she asked. "Who?" "Timido. Alone out there in the dark world." "Sometimes. Everybody is sometimes." | Michael Connelly | ||
| cabcecf | Artists are supposed to stay hungry." "That's bullshit. That's a myth invented to keep the artist down because art is powerful. You give an artist both money and power and they're dangerous." | Michael Connelly | ||
| 5701009 | Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And when you look into the abyss, the abyss also looks into you.... | Michael Connelly | ||
| afc99d9 | Darkness waits. All things come to the dark. | Michael Connelly | ||
| 45f64b4 | Getting the quote right isn't what matters. It's remembering what it means. | Michael Connelly | ||
| 3b8946d | He loved the city most at night. The night hid many of the sorrows. It silenced the city yet brought deep undercurrents to the surface. It was in this dark slipstream that he believed he moved most freely. Behind the cover of shadows. Like a rider in a limousine, he looked out but no one looked in. There was a random feel to the dark, the quirkiness of chance played out in the blue neon light. So many ways to live. And to die. | Michael Connelly | ||
| 96042dc | one of the crazies moved into the cone of light beneath a streetlight. It was a black man, high-stepping and making jerking movements with his arms. He made a crisp turn and began moving back into the darkness. He was a trombone player in a matching band in a world somewhere else. | noir | Michael Connelly | |
| f2fc88c | Through studying the past we learn our future. | Michael Connelly | ||
| 75acd76 | You see, the past is what you make of it. You can use it to hurt yourself or others or you can use it to make yourself strong. I'm strong, Harry. Now, tell me why you came to vist me today. | Michael Connelly | ||
| d6fc69e | She had said she was strong but he knew that comfort and strength could come from sadness. That was what she had. | Michael Connelly | ||
| 0ac3f11 | We want the truth, Detective. You are confusing that with what we choose to tell the public. | Michael Connelly | ||
| 2c63396 | I didn't have all the answers but experience told me that they would come. | Michael Connelly |