Quotes from T. Jefferson Parker

No man has seen God. No man has seen Lucifer. No man that I've ever talked to! It's just a useful way of looking at the world. And seeing into it.

I miss being young. I miss being young and strong. Young and fast. Young and in love. Nothing like it. Old love is good, too. But you get the feeling that the world mainly just wants you out of the way.

Sometimes when she looked at him her face was relaxed and her eyes clear and Sonny had no idea what she was thinking. He never asked because he believed that privacy was the nest for secrets and that secrets were the center of the soul.

not from her dress. Possibly a sweater or outergarment of some kind

vertiginous wall, looking back to the big cylinder

car, a late-model van and a bright red BMW convertible.

It always surprises me how successful in life angry, small-minded people can be. I must underestimate these virtues.

waited for the flash of green, which I have never seen but some people say exists.

anyone get in, with the crowd right

Stebbins sighed quietly and shifted some papers. "We call it confabulation," he said. "Invention, exaggeration, chronological transposition. Some amnesic patients can invent perfectly logical and believable events that never took place. Some

The power of the wolf is in the pack; the power of the pack is in the wolf

You blow up innocent people and get nuts to shoot cops. Get all the angry losers to burn cars in the streets. You're not saving anybody from anything.

That afternoon after his paper route, Matt and Laurel Kalina walk south along Main Beach. It's a perfect day, a spangled ocean and a tan beach under blue sky.

Matt powers his Register-burdened Heavy-Duti south on Glenneyre, hitting his targets like a quarterback—the Raiders' Daryle Lamonica maybe, his favorite—throwing four quick completions to the Heun, Parlett, Cabang, and Rigby houses before heading up Legion, around the high school, and onto Los Robles with four more completions, one of them a bomb to the very tough Murrel house, hidden behind a defensive front line of blooming bougainvillea.