Quotes from Ron Koertge

The guys can't take their eyes off Colleen... one of them... probably sees her just like I do, she's the gatekeeper to another world.

You've got scars, you're beat up, you're a different person, but you're through it.

Since I don't know where I'm going, I guess I'm in no real hurry to get there.

That's why babies cry so much. All of a sudden having a body is a lot to deal with.

Kids don't think about their folks nearly as much as everybody imagines. Parents are just there, like background music at the mall.

All over town kids lay awake & wondered: Am I smart enough, pretty enough, strong enough, tall enough? If our fears were smoke, the town would be covered night & day by an inky pall.

Dark night of the soul," said Jesus, "Happens to everybody sooner or later.

You're a miracle, Walker. Your fingers are. Your toes are. Your crushing sadness and guilt are.

Little kids I don't mind. Every kid wants a pony. It's grown-ups that get my robe in a knot. Stop with the begging, okay? Adore me for a change. Or give thanks. I like gratitude. Or ask for guidance. But oh, no. It's always the pony.

If every kid who said he was going to the library, when he was really off doing something else, actually went to the library, they'd have to send out for more books.

Walker grinned. 'Ah,' said Jesus. 'There it is. Signs of your holiness.' 'I just smiled. You made a dumb joke, and I smiled.' 'And that isn't holy?

No wonder I want to be Robert Mitchum: big, strong, super-cool, with those Freon eyes of his. That's who I was pretending to be a minute ago - Robert Mitchum in Out of the Past. - Ben

I always sit through the credits. I am always the last one out of any theater. I even make a point of being last. I stay in my seat until everyone else has shuffled past. Then I turn my back, too, on the comforting dark.

Statements make sense for somebody who needs advice. I'm not giving advice. I don't instruct. At my best, I delight. That's my job.

With his iPod all the way up, nothing in this world can touch him. Just over his pulse is a fresh tattoo- a dotted line and the words -----Cut Here----- Grief is a street he skates down. Hey, donkey's ass! He bides his time, sanding away his fingerprints, wondering how he could get his assailants in one room.

I won her over the same way I hunted - loping after the fawn I wanted to eat, never in a hurry, making it a game, tiring her out, nipping at her heels playfully until eventually she almost wanted me to break her neck and open her up like a purse.

She knows her life is on the line but, believe it or not, she's never been so excited! Her husband's a serial killer, and her bodice is wet with tears, but there's a chance her brothers will show up like winning lottery numbers. Which does she want more - her hair wound in the maniac's hands and her white white throat bared, or the sound of boots on marble stairs?

Since I've been pretty much treading water all day, the marquee of the Rialto Theatre looks like the prow of a ship coming to save me.

The next day is Saturday. Like that matters. Like every day isn't just about identical for somebody like me.

In the movies, usually bad ones, when somebody goes on a date, there's almost always a Changing Scene. Somebody in front of a mirror, clothes everywhere. Or popping out of a closet, each time in a different outfit.

I don't know where I am.

Summer school's a drag.

Animals never cry. They don't go to pieces and call somebody and go through a box of Kleenex an hour.

Did you know if you look deep, deep, deep into a cat's eyes, there's an alter with three candles ?