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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| daf6f39 | The eyebrows were his most prominent feature--unusually thick and angry and constantly undulating | Harlan Coben | ||
| 207edd8 | They would claim that she was either delusional or naive to the point of a learning disability. | Harlan Coben | ||
| cbf7c4f | Certain problems cannot be solved if you are constantly entertained and distracted. | Harlan Coben | ||
| 65c36e3 | Myron likes to say that even the ugliest truth is better than the prettiest of lies. | Harlan Coben | ||
| dec0b7a | Billy Joel was on the radio, singing, "I love you just the way you are." Big talk, Myron mused, when you've been married to Christie Brinkley." | Harlan Coben | ||
| 21e1c1a | I look at the helpless bundle in the crib and she looks up at me and I wonder what I would not do to protect her. I would lay down my life in a second. And truth be told, if push came to shove, I would lay down yours too. | kids love | Harlan Coben | |
| b1240c1 | Love your parents - while we are busy growing up, they are growing old. | Harlan Coben | ||
| beaf657 | But grief likes to hide behind bushes. It enjoys leaping out of nowhere, startling you, mocking you, stripping away your pretense of normalcy. Grief lulls you to sleep, thus making that blindside hit all the more jarring. | Harlan Coben | ||
| 3b48061 | Some things we pack away, stick in the back of the closet, never expect to see again--but we can't quite make ourselves discard them. Like | Harlan Coben | ||
| 139252b | They think my male helplessness is cute. When a single mother does any of those things, she is neglectful and on the receiving end of the superior moms' scorn. | Harlan Coben | ||
| 4a4d514 | maybe it was because the lonely can sometimes sense the lonely. | Harlan Coben | ||
| 89bb5bb | Hell, I want to Hugh Jackman a sponge bath. So what? You can;t help what you want. You're human. Let it go. | Harlan Coben | ||
| c674b63 | Her muscles clearly were not just for show. She pulled him into an empty chemistry classroom and closed the door. There were workstations and beakers and sinks with high faucets. A giant chart of the periodic table of elements, both a staple of every science classroom and a cliche, dominated the far wall. "Where is she?" Kristin asked. Adam wasn't sure how to play it, so he went with honesty. "I don't know." "How can you not know?" "We were.. | Harlan Coben | ||
| 44e5cd3 | The boys wore helmets that looked too big on their heads, like the Great Gazoo on The Flintstones, and it was nearly impossible to tell which kid was which. | Harlan Coben | ||
| c67adf7 | Walk very lightly and carefully, Wade. Look behind every bush. | John D. MacDonald | ||
| 0b5a701 | Keep your head down, fella. Do your job. Sell the product, write the contracts, negotiate the loans, attend the closings, bank your share and fatten the Keogh accordingly. | John D. MacDonald | ||
| 33a13a8 | I went into the lunchroom. A stocky young girl in a soiled green jumper sat at a table reading a fan magazine. She got up slowly when the screen door creaked. She had enormous breasts and she looked like Buddy Hackett. | John D. MacDonald | ||
| 3ea9271 | A man with a credit card is in hock to his own image of himself. But | John D. MacDonald | ||
| 33ffce1 | For the expendable marriage, you give the expendable gift. | John D. MacDonald | ||
| fd86b6f | Somebody has to be tireless, or the fast-buck operators would asphalt the entire coast, fill every bay, and slay every living thing incapable of carrying a wallet." These" | John D. MacDonald | ||
| 80b9534 | Somebody has to be tireless, or the fast-buck operators would asphalt the entire coast, fill every bay, and slay every living thing incapable of carrying a wallet. | John D. MacDonald | ||
| 1b14e34 | Nothing goes on forever. And if you stay patient, problems tend to go away in time. | John D. MacDonald | ||
| 4a2fcc8 | O thank you, Uncle Omar. Thank you for instilling a helpless youth with such grave suspicions of women and all their works, that here and now, in my maturity, in my thirty-second year, I cannot confront a lovely and half-naked lady without getting cramps in my toes and saying gahr. | John D. MacDonald | ||
| 5d041d5 | cramp began to knot my right calf and so with thumb and forefinger I pinched my nose shut with considerable force and held the pressure until the cramp faded away. A Chinese solution. Acupressure, just as steady pressure at the right point on the inside of the wrist, three finger widths from the heel of the hand, will inhibit nausea. | John D. MacDonald | ||
| c624f47 | Sister, I do what I do, and I do it better than most, and I take some satisfaction in that. I am like a very dependable dog. They throw a stick into a jungle and I can go in there and bring it back. | John D. MacDonald | ||
| ff0ba15 | I thundered hot water into the big tub, setting up McGee's Handy Home Treatment for Melancholy. A deep hot bath, and a strong cold drink, and a book on the tub rack. Who needs the Megrims? Surely not McGee, not that big brown loose-jointed, wirehaired beach rambler, that lazy fishcatching, girlwatching, grey-eyed iconoclastic hustler. Stay happy, McGee, while you use up the stockpiled cash. Borrow a Junior from Meyer for the sake of cozines.. | mcgee melancholy | John D. MacDonald | |
| d88d827 | Victims, he thought, were birds and animals and people who arrived at the wrong place at the wrong time, usually in too big a hurry. | John D. MacDonald | ||
| 1f09f8b | Never leave anything which can be traced, when you do have a choice. | John D. MacDonald | ||
| 7af5a6b | anxious little smile that came and went--a mendicant | John D. MacDonald | ||
| 4975c51 | are too many mouths to feed. One million three hundred thousand more every week! And of all the people who have ever been alive on Earth, more than half are living right now. We are gnawing the planet bare, | John D. MacDonald | ||
| ec7da25 | Ask for two, and they give you the third free. | John D. MacDonald | ||
| db46ab0 | If you look over in that direction, like two hundred yards, you will see some birds walking. Never drive the boat toward where the birds are walking. First rule of navigation. | John D. MacDonald | ||
| f5f2894 | And you can sit out here in the hour before dawn, boy, and think virtuous thoughts and tell yourself how noble you are and all that shit, and you are going to lay back and hang on to the money, because that is the way the world keeps score. Not your way. Not lately. | John D. MacDonald | ||
| a84806d | her dark eyes were like twin entrances to two deep caves. Nothing lived in those caves. Maybe something had, once upon a time. There were piles of picked bones back in there, some scribbling on the walls, and some grey ash where the fires had been. | John D. MacDonald | ||
| c8b1316 | The eye records. The eye takes vivid, unforgettable pictures. | John D. MacDonald | ||
| 45e1a1b | There are middle-aged children who spend a part of every day thinking of their college or their war, but the ones who grow up to be men do not have this plaintive need for a flavor of past importance, | John D. MacDonald | ||
| 9487acb | This is the queasy shadowland, and they don't even work hard at that because they have never learned to work at anything. They turn sloppy, and when the youngness is gone, there isn't much left. Just the dead eyes and the small meaty skills and the feeling their luck went bad sometime, when they weren't watching. Fifteen to twenty-five is the span, and they age quickly and badly. These are the bunnies who never find a burrow. | John D. MacDonald | ||
| 024dddf | She went inside and watched him walk back toward sixteen, | John D. MacDonald | ||
| 0df930e | The early bird who gets the worm works for somebody who comes in late and owns the worm farm. | John D. MacDonald | ||
| ed808c0 | And would not her fastidious litheness take away the heavy taste of the fleshy girls in the Citrus Inn? McGee, the Perfidious. | John D. MacDonald | ||
| 793bce7 | You know what just seeing him did to me." "I know. Lois, he just isn't that ominous. Evil, but not ominous. Sly, but not prescient. Once he is off balance, he will stay off balance, and fall heavily. And the law will gather him in." | John D. MacDonald | ||
| d0d22d0 | I talked with Junior Allen. He didn't have his mind on it. He was crouched in the brush, and he could taste lamb, and he was alerted for the first shy sound of the little hoofs coming along the trail. I gently and indirectly advanced the idea of my coming along, and he firmly closed the door. He got up and sprang nimbly onto the dock, snapped the weak dock light on, checked his lines, adjusted a fender and came aboard again, restless. | John D. MacDonald | ||
| f8d1fc2 | It is a practical world, Mr. Owen, and we have to do practical things. | John D. MacDonald | ||
| 8377c26 | I drove back into town, full of the look of her, full of the impact of her. It was an impact that made the day, the trees, the city, all look more vivid. Her face was special and clear in my mind--the wide mouth, the one crooked tooth, the gray slant of her eyes. Her figure was good, shoulders just a bit too wide, hips just a shade too narrow to be classic. Her legs were long, with clean lines. Her flat back and the inswept lines of her wai.. | John D. MacDonald |