Quotes from Michael Gruber

Villains are just there, like rust, dull and almost chemical in the stupid simplicity of their greed or pride.

Young Charles Dickens started out as a court reporter, and scholars believe that this experience formed the sense of the human drama evident in his novels. Besides which, those novels are nearly all about crimes, mainly of the white-collar type.

ship. The courier just arrived from Paidara.

They like to get away with stuff, and they want a small group of players to know it too. Shooting drug dealers and taking their cash, inventing evidence, lying to make a case. They like the wink, they like thinking they're inside something and everyone else is on the outside looking in. Hell, you're the psychologist, you explain it. But it has

Who can free himself from achievementAnd from fame,Descend and be lostAmid the masses of men?He will flow like the Tao, unseen.Such is the perfect man: His boat is empty.

August 20, the feast day of Bernard of Clairvaux.

I thought I would write non-fiction. I thought I would enter the New York literary scene as copy editor, work my way up, and then write my own books.

Magic is but a word for an art beyond our descry or a happening that fails of easy explanation.

That's remarkable too, she thought; whenever we make a noble statement it sounds false in our ears.

armed, Crosetti found, felt a lot like having a broken zipper on your fly, something that made you feel self-conscious and

coats every surface. The heat builds up and

The Olo believe that's why we sleep in the first place—so we can listen to and deal with the other folks who're living in our heads.

Karl Rahner said, 'I don't believe in miracles, but they sustain me.

I've dreamed again of being in hell, vast cliffs with eyes, iron streets populated with gargoyles, half-dressed harpies, and in the streets chariots going of themselves, spitting the stench of pitch and sulphur

Amor fati. Love your fate. A friend of mine used to say that. The secret of happiness.

Svrha je takozvani život poslije smrti?" "U koji ti ne vjeruješ", rekla je Emmylou. "Naravno da ne!" "Pa ?ega se onda bojiš? Nestanka? Nestaješ svake no?i svojeg života. Pa što onda zna?i ako zavlada trajni mrak? Ti ionako ništa ne?eš znati, po definiciji.