“ Strike said Huh again, thinking about betrayal, about how everything and everybody were just so much smoke. Richard Price
“ But then something happened, Ray, something amazing. Something..."That white cop sitting next to me? He took a long look at my mother when she came in, just like, absorbed her, and then without even t… Richard Price
“ I love Israel, I go back all the time. I just love New York a little more. My workers are Arabs, my best friend is a black man from Alabama, my girlfriend's a Puerto Rican, and my landlord is a half-J… Richard Price
“ Strike experienced a moment of pure clarity: he would never make it out of here, would never rise above his current position as Rodney’s lieutenant, because all the intelligence and prudence and visio… Richard Price
“ You don't write about the horrors of war. No. You write about a kid's burnt socks lying in the road. Richard Price
“ I'd love to be a saxophonist. I don't know why, but I pretend I'm the saxophonist when I listen to music. I have about as much chance playing the sax as I do learning how to fly. Richard Price
“ Almost nobody made it out of the game in one piece, and almost everybody thought they would be the exception. Richard Price
“ 4B, Sofia announced. Who lived here? Mrs. Sanchez, she was a very nice lady. She was nice? Yes. 4C. Who lived here. The Kleins. Were they nice? They were old. The apartment doors, once oak, were now a… Richard Price
“ The County Jail looked like a tall, forbidding elementary school. Seven stories of dirty brown brick, one hundred years old and now operating at 330 percent of capacity. Richard Price
“ He restrained himself from another wisecrack, infinitesimally but with great effort attempting to close down his nightclub approach to education; every positive change in his life, every minute increm… Richard Price
“ His voice was languidly dense, as if he was a little slow on the uptake, but Strike knew that tone came from the man's feeling of complete control. Richard Price
“ Some day, my son, you are going to learn that the two greatest joys of being a man are beating the hell out of someone and getting the hell beaten out of you, good night. Richard Price
“ Rocco was gripped with the panic he often experienced around her, around himself. He seemed to be both here now and simultaneously five years in the future looking back at this moment, at the loss of… Richard Price
“ On the nights they went to bed at the same time, Rocco would lie there and watch her go to the closet, watch her choose either silky slips or mannish shirts, like running up sex flags from across the… Richard Price
