As far as I could see, she didn't take any better care of her apparel than I did mine, but I owned shirts that looked like they'd been run through a car engine half an hour after I removed the price t...
Angie was where most of me began and all of me ended.
That's the thing about being a victim; you start to think it'll happen to you on a regular basis. It's living with the reality of your own vulnerability, and it sucks.
People just want you to see them as they hope to be seen. And everyone wants to be seen as interesting.
I'm a detective, but nuns could stonewall Sam Spade into an asylum
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 di...
You are sheep among wolves. Be wise as serpents, yet innocent as doves.
This world can only give me reminders of what I don't have, can never have, didn't have for long enough.
Then how did he manage to deceive you? Because I let him. And why would you do that? Because I wanted to feel safe. Safety is an illusion we sell to children to help them sleep. Then I wanted to be a...
Some mills rose up behind those buildings, their windows broken or nonexistent, the brick edifices festooned with graffiti, the land reclaiming the lower floors and punching cracks through the foundat...
Puedes tener algo a la vista durante toda tu vida, esperando que reconozcas su presencia, pero a menudo estás demasiado cerca para verlo.
People don't fix each other, Joseph. And they never become anything but what they've always been.
My father's gone, Joe said eventually. Emma's dead. Your brother's dead. My brothers scattered. Shit, D, you're one of the only people I know anymore. I lose you, who the fuck am I?
It never works that way. Once that ugliness has been forced into you, it becomes part of your blood, dilutes it, races through your heart and back out again, staining everything as it goes. The ugline...
I love my burdens.
I go on the presumption that everyone's full of shit until proven otherwise, and this usually serves me in good stead.
Grief, he said, is carnivorous. It feeds whether you’re awake or not, whether you fight it or you don’t. Much like cancer. And one morning you wake up and all those other emotions—joy, envy, greed, ev...
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.
You do not want to be a noble person? She held her thumb and index finger close together. A little bit?He shook his head. I've gt nothing against noble people, I've just noticed they rarely live past...
Plans are just dreams until they're executed.