Quotes from C.J. Box

He seemed almost too exuberant, she thought. As if he was happy but with a bit of desperation thrown in.

a Nean derthal with a badge.

In hard times you don't share your secrets and you sure don't borrow trouble.

Way too many fat people in shorts.

getting their ashes hauled.

He was an extremely intelligent and perceptive man, and consequently doomed to a life of emotional and intellectual loneliness.

Think globally and act locally.

Still, though, when he became the Lizard King he knew his presence made a statement. People shied away from him when they saw him coming. Conversations stopped as he passed by, like there was some kind of malevolent black cloud hanging over his head. And when he stared at others they tended to quickly look away. It used to bother him, but now he took a kind of perverse pride in it. He didn't want to make new friends, anyway. What was the point?

Whatever was in the syringe was taking hold of her again, pulling her down, and she felt herself swoon. There was some comfort when she closed her eyes again, and she knew she wouldn't last very long before she passed out again.

and entered the back of the building. She

Diana Gabaldon.

Stops at the end of the road collected Clyde Lidgards like dams collected silt.

I try to avoid confrontations with white trash, but sometimes they don't give you no selection.

To be happy at home is the ultimate result of all ambition. —SAMUEL JOHNSON

some had falled

poleaxed with exuberance. Keeping to dirt roads,

You like to fly under the radar," Romanowski said, locking eyes again with Joe. "When you see something that's wrong, you don't give up. You value being underestimated. In fact, you encourage it. Then, if you have to, you turn fucking cowboy and surprise everyone.

THE OLD FAITHFUL area was the largest complex in the park, consisting of hundreds of cabins, the Snow Lodge, retail stores, souvenir shops and snack bars, a rambling Park Service visitor center, and the showpiece structure of the entire park: the hundred-plus-year-old Old Faithful Inn that stood in sharp, gabled, epic relief against the star-washed sky.

undersheriff

bitter recognition that his era had passed and the injury he had done to his family could not be undone and the moral failure that characterized his life had poisoned everything he touched and saw.

Americans don't read very much.

heart-shaped porcelain face and

It seems like the good guys turned out to be the bad guys, and the bad guys weren't all that bad.

He smiled in a perfunctory way—his eyes were elsewhere as Danielle walked past after dismounting—and said, "It'll get better tomorrow.