Quotes from Harlan Coben

Dimonte spit into the can again, trying hard to cover up his obvious body language. "We're still working on it." "Uh, let's pretend for a brief moment that I'm not a mentally dehydrated numb nut.

Guys who always shined their shoes were usually self-involved asswipes who figure superficiality trumps substance.

Kids don't come with instruction manuals," and you quickly learn that your child comes to you hardwired, that in the battle of nature vs nurture, nature kicks complete and total ass—still, when things go wrong, when something this dark invades your child's soul, you can only wonder where the hell you went wrong.

The Boomerangs' motto was an obvious one: Karma is like a boomerang—whatever you give out will come back to you.

Esperanza and Myron shared a yellow cab to the Chelsea Hotel on Twenty-third Street between Seventh and Eighth. The cab smelled like a Turkish whorehouse, which was an improvement over most.

Two people, a man and your ex, Maura, are in the car," Reynolds says. "Officer Canton pulls them over for a DUI. Something spooks them. They panic, shoot Officer Canton twice in the back of the head, take off.

The boys wore helmets that looked too big on their heads, like the Great Gazoo on The Flintstones, and it was nearly impossible to tell which kid was which.

The faded engraving read: A Ma Vie de Coer Entier, which was a fifteenth-century French saying, "You Have My Whole Heart for My Whole Life.

Ironic, I guess. He was a humanitarian, my father. He survived going against the wishes of despots and dictators in some of the most dangerous and war-torn jungles in the world. He finally settled back in the relative safety of the United States and dies in a car crash driving me to a basketball game. It

The course was packed with silent fans, though fan didn't exactly feel like the right word to Myron. Parishioners was a hell of a lot closer. There was a constant reverie on a golf course, a hushed, wide-eyed respect. Every time the ball was hit, the crowd release was nearly orgasmic.

Two minutes later, we were ushered into Mr. Flannery's inner sanctum. The office smelled of cigar smoke and Lemon Pledge. Snap-together furniture, the kind you might find at Kmart or Bradlees, had been stained dark, feigning rich oak and mahogany and working about as well as a Las Vegas toupee.

Semper paratus." "It's Latin," Shane said. "It means 'Always ready.

We started for the door when Agent called out, "Mickey?" I turned. "You, like Ema, have a pure spirit. You have blessed energy centers and true balance. You are a protector. You look out for others. You are their shelter." "Uh

You don't worry about happiness and fulfillment when you're starving. It is good to remember that.

Relationships and marriages are hard enough, but you add war into the mix and small fissures become gaping wounds. No one sees what you're seeing—again that clear-eyed, unbiased thing—except your fellow soldiers. It's like one of those movies where only the hero can see the ghosts and everyone else thinks the hero is crazy. In

So what does she think?" Esperanza asked again. "About what?" "About the prospects for peace in the Middle East," she snapped. "What do you think I mean? Your playing again.

A door behind the desk opened, and a short, wiry man entered. His short-sleeved dress shirt was shiny and unbuttoned down to the navel, revealing a host of gold chains and, uh, bling. His arms were knotted, ropy muscle. Have you ever seen someone who gave you the chills just by entering a room? This guy had that. Even the big bouncer, who had to be a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier than the short guy, took half a step back. A hush fell over us. The

Here are two short articles on how to seduce your man: ?Ask him if he wants to have sex. And: ?Say, Yes, that would be nice.

We always seem to be on the eve of destruction. And we always seem to get through it. Maybe we all survive the destruction we have wrought.

He loved her. She loved him. Simple but there you have it. You have careers and you raise kids and there are victories and defeats and you just sort of coast along, living your life, the days long. The years short, and then every once in a while, you remember to pull up and look at your partner, your life partner, really look at the one who travels down the lonely road right by your side, and you realize how much you are in this together.

ARTERIES HARDENED AND LUNGS blackened just by opening the door of the Weak Signal Bar and Grill. The seedy crowd brought plenty of colorful terminology to mind, but "health conscious" and "long life span" were not among them.

According to the chalkboard, tonight was "Ladies Night" featuring "Dollar Drafts for Chicks," a marketing ploy that drew in, it appeared, a certain female clientele. For example, one straw-haired woman, who was cackle-laughing in a "notice me" manner, wore a yellow T-shirt that read "Sloppy Seconds," which, alas, seemed all too apropos. Megan

I treat every student who walks through those doors the same because we are here to teach, if not political science, maybe a little something about critical thinking or even—gasp!—life. If students came to us fully formed and without insecurities, what would be the point?

Rumor had it TC was black though it was hard to see any trace of skin through the work of his tattoo artist. The obscure ink images blanketed almost all available somatic sites. Body piercing too appeared to be more of a lifestyle with TC than a hobby. The man looked like a nightmare version of Mr. Clean. Myron