Quotes from Gregg Hurwitz

She had spoken, her words coming in fragments as her voice faded in and out of hoarseness. "You know," she'd said softly to the throng of listeners, "we're more than this." She'd swung an open hand around to indicate the throng of listeners, the bright lights, the police cars. "We're more than just this.

Thank you, honey. I don't mean to be ungrateful, it just seems like there are no real people here. You know what I mean?" Her shoulders dropped. "Not many real people anywhere for us anymore.

I couldn't care less about the community," Jade said. "Atlasia's a megalomaniac. Nothing would be more attractive to him than a big group of people talking about him. Admittedly, it's a long shot—he's on the run and he doesn't have a base yet—but it's worth a try to see if we can lure him in.

I got a good one. In light of your case and all," Tony said. "Okay. This guy comes home, finds his girlfriend packing. He's shocked. He says, 'What's going on? What are you doing?' Girlfriend says, 'I'm leaving you.' He says, 'You're leaving me? Why?' She says, 'Because you're a pedophile.' 'Yeah, yeah,' he says. 'Big word for a nine-year-old.'

You betrayed me. You betrayed me as father to the son who is father to the man. It was your responsibility as my father and keeper to protect me from trespasses, from things that go bump in the night, from the urges and yearnings of other grown men. You didn't fulfill your duty and I was sold at the ripe age of seven to a carnal circus.

For much of the ride to Maingate, Jade thought about Agent Travers. He found her severity amusing, and once he got out on the highway, he actually laughed out loud. His laugh came in three descendent atonal notes. He didn't laugh much, but when he did, it was always the same. Travers had a quick mouth and a caustic wit that rivaled his own. And clearly, she could get extremely pissed off in a hurry. A few times, Jade had seen her clamp down her teeth to hold her temper inside.

Walker Banks," Jade said. "Marlow. Jesus fuck, what took you?" "I just got the job seven hours ago." "What took them?" "The FBI, Warden. Moving at the speed of bureaucracy." "No shit. I got a stack of papers on my desk could sink the Titanic." "The Titanic is sunk." "My point, Marlow. My point.

I got him pegged as a classic DSM-IV antisocial personality disorder, but it's really hard to define him neatly," she finally said, moving to sit on the floor. "What's that give us?" Jade asked. "Lacking empathy, social responsibility, conventional morality. Displaying impulsiveness, abusiveness, sensation-seeking, and sometimes showing charm and seductiveness.

two graves with no grass grown over them yet

Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional...Let me know when you're ready to start giving it up.

a clock to set their hearts to.

Still, he felt increasingly drawn to Jade, in a way that was more visceral than tactical.

He didn't just remember his grief, he relearned it.

Although he kept up his contentious front, Tommy Giacondia was gone on the inside, rendered totally harmless.

The headlights spilled over his shoulders, silhouetting his shadow on the concrete wall. He stared at it. It stared back.

What'd you do to them?" Leah asked timidly, not really wanting an answer. "I spared them the pain of visual catharsis." "I don't know what that means," Leah said. "That's all right," Allander said. "Neither do they.

In daylight her death had taken on a reality. It lived in the house with them, in the dust on the floors, the blankness of the ceilings, the soft, unanswered noises of his movement past her room. After

Jade turned around. "Fine," he said shortly. "Fine. I'll try to bring him in alive." "You will not try to bring him in alive, Mr. Marlow. You will bring him in alive. Don't equivocate on that point.

Yeah," Jade said slowly, his finger tracing down a page. He walked up the long corridor mumbling something to himself. "Uum. Sir. Sir. SIR!" Jade snapped his head around, visible annoyed. "What?!" The woman's forehead wrinkled as she frowned. "The door's that way," she said, pointing to the other end of the hallway.

Who would you rather have? A leader who is unthinkingly loyal to opinions you disagree with? Or one who is insincere about opinions you share? A fool or a hypocrite? Too often, it seems, these are our only options. I don't know the answer.

He remembered his agreement with Darby and felt a sudden claustrophobia. He'd have to deal with that when the time came.

the three monkeys of lore;

The perforated men and the women with square heads left Tim with the strong impression that the government should stick to issuing budgets, not art. Frankie

refused." "Two of us were assigned to kill you that summer. It was the first