Quotes from Gregg Hurwitz

He was Chester the Molester. A rich businessman looking to adopt. A dealer in human organs on the black market.

Travers shot Jade a look of annoyance when he began to chew on an ice cube. He, of course, didn't notice.

I've never been out four days. You've never been dead before.

Oh my god!" Travers exclaimed. "See no evil, hear no evil—

The dream is never the dream. It's a bunch of compromises and, if you're lucky, a few decent people now and then.

He works on instinct, Agent Travers." "Does instinct include touching evidence without gloves? And looking like Charlie Manson on crack?" "Sometimes. Perhaps. I don't think one really knows.

I've never been out four days." "You've never been dead before.

Why are you so committed to him?" "BECAUSE HE SUCCEEDS," Wotan boomed, causing Travers to jump back in her chair.

Travers was still stunned. She had never heard Wotan raise his voice, let alone yell. She didn't move a muscle.

Tony smiled broadly as he pushed past Jade and walked into the entranceway. "There's these two sperm swimming. And they're exhausted. They've been at it forever, seems like hours. Finally, one turns to the other and says, 'Hey! How much longer we got?' Other sperm looks back at him and says. 'Who you kidding? We just got past the esophagus!' " His laughter started as soon as he finished the joke.

It's a parapraxis, a classic Freudian slip. 'Little Hans!' Freud's most famous case study about the boy—

He'd awakened screaming himself hoarse and his mother had rushed in and pressed his face to her bosom and made the clowns go away. His father had flicked on the light switch and stood in the doorway, his fists clenched in impotent anger and unfulfilled rage. Tears had traced a path down his face.

I guess that's the challenge, huh?" Travers said, continuing to flip through the notebook.

Now that hurts. I'm sorry to say it, Cyprus, but you're off my Christmas-card list." Greener checked his sheet. "Love to shoot the shit with you all day, farm boy, but I gots some grits to deliver." Smiling, he rode the elevator out of view.

Travers didn't say anything, but she nodded in agreement. Jade silently thanked her for being quiet. He needed quiet right now.

You'd better pray you didn't touch her," Earl said, his voice lowering to a snarl. "I don't pray," Allander replied. "And I did touch her.

The therapy had at first yielded no results, no reactions from the catatonic child.

It's fine, Mr. Marlow. I'm used to it. About twenty years of people looking at me with . . . with those eyes. 'From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept a hell-hound that doth hunt us all to death,' " she said in a purposefully deepened and dramatic voice. She was speaking loudly, louder than Jade had heard her speak before.

Yes, yes," he answered eagerly, ignoring Jade's sarcasm. "I would be honored to help you, my dear Tracker. I confess 'I am a gentleman and a gamester, for both are the varnish of a complete man.'

The last ounce of what he had to give was the ounce that had saved his life.

Placing his foot firmly on Hackett's behind, he shoved once and the body fell over the side and dropped into the void. It landed with a loud thud at the bottom, where it lay like a discarded marionette.

He left a quote I need—" "A quotation, Mr. Marlow. 'Quote' is a verb. 'Quotation' is a noun.

Travers spoke out of the side of her mouth as they walked past the frozen flock of reporters to meet McGuire at the front door. "Excellent poise, Marlow. Just what we meant by handling the press tactfully." "Thank you, Travers. That's how it's done." "I was being sarcastic." "I wasn't.

Luke I am your father" -Patrick Rain