Quotes from Harlan Coben

Tyrell turned to me. "Come on. You gotta eat, right?" Hard to argue with that logic. We headed to Hobby's Deli and sat in the corner. All three of us ordered triple-decker sandwiches the approximate size of a catcher's mitt. It was the best sandwich I had ever eaten. On a scale of one to ten, if this was a ten, the next best sandwich I'd had was a three. "Cops

I can only be as happy as my saddest child. Do

Life, he suspected, hinges too often on chance. We all want to convince ourselves that it is about hard work and education and perseverance, but the truth is, life is much more about the fickle and the random. We don't want to admit it, but we are controlled by luck, by timing, by fate. In her case, the luck, the

Big Cyndi is six-six and on the planetoid side of three hundred pounds, the former intercontinental tag-team wrestling champion with Esperanza, aka Big Chief Mama to Esperanza's Little Pocahontas. Her head was cube shaped and topped with hair spiked to look like the Statue of Liberty on a bad acid trip. She wore more makeup than the cast of Cats, her clothing form-fitted like sausage casing, her scowl the stuff of sumos.

Ma Parker.' 'Milton Berle.' 'Louie the Lilac.' 'Liberace.' 'Chandell the Great.' 'And?' Win looked puzzled. 'And what?' 'What other criminal did Liberace play?

He looked maybe half an egg sandwich away from a coronary.

We always seem to be on the eve of destruction. And we always seem to get through it.

Fat Gandhi was resplendent in what looked to be a yellow zoot suit. "The cash is in that bag?" "It isn't in my underwear," Myron said.

Or maybe it's a ploy to get more sex." She gave him a look that curled his chopsticks. "Maybe it's working," she said. "Maybe I'll slip into something more comfortable," he said. "Not that Batman mask again." "Aw, c'mon, you can wear the utility belt." She thought about it. "Okay, but no stopping in the middle and shouting, 'Same Bat Time, same Bat Channel.' 

We have this sense of continuity and nostalgia in America, but in truth, every generation runs away from the one before it. Oddly enough, most of the time, they run to someplace better.

His voice not only dripped sarcasm but seemed to have spent days marinated in it: "How noble." "Objection!

It was one lesson he never forgot. You don't sit back when you or a loved one is being assaulted. And you don't act like the goverment with their proportional responses and all that nonsense. If someone hurts you, mercy and pity must be put aside. You eliminate the enemy. You scorch the earth.

Liberace only appeared in that one episode,' Win announced. 'Is that your final answer?' 'Yes. Liberace only appeared in that one episode.

Hope she's not getting Gloria." "Why?" "She kinda looks like a white version of me," Jake said. "Only with a heavier beard.

I refuse to offer hints.' Myron ran episodes through his mind. On the court the umpire announced, 'Time.' The ninety-second commercial break was over. The players rose. Myron couldn't swear to it, but he thought he saw Henry blink.

Secrets don't like to stay underground.

Family and money is never a good mix. Someone is always going to feel resentful.

Myron shook his head. All sports have their own lexicons, but speaking golfese was tantamount to mastering Swahili. It was like rich people's rap. But

By the time he got back to the table, Tad Crispin was sipping an iced tea too. Win made the introductions. Crispin was dressed in yellows, lots of yellows, kind of like the man with the yellow hat from the Curious George books. Everything was yellow. Even his golf shoes. Myron tried not to make a face. As

horrible instinctive part of you, is almost happy because now you will get a bite-and-a-half-size sliver of bread today instead of just a bite size. Those who believe that we are anything other than animals are blind. All humans are savages. The ones who are well fed are just lazier. They don't need to kill to get their food. So they dress up and find so-called loftier pursuits that make them believe that they are somehow above it all. Such nonsense. Savages are just hungrier.

Hasidim are more open to change than golfers

Cat fish? A cat fish is a person who pretends to be someone thay're not online, especially in romantic relationships. Her voice was flat, matter-of-fact. She needed that now. She needed to spout facts and figures and definitions and not feel a damn thing. Someone took your pictures and created an online profile for you and put it on a singles site. Two women who fell for the catfish-you are missing.

The room did not go quiet like something out of an old Western where the sheriff pushes open the creaking door and sashays into the saloon. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe the door needed to creak.

They say it takes a long time to comprehend a tragedy. You're numb. You can't adequately accept the grim reality. Again, that's not true. Not for me anyway.