Quotes from Harlan Coben

The first woman handed him over to the second. Tag-team style. 'Mr Caufield is waiting for you in conference room C,' the second woman said, her voice low, as if conference room C were a clandestine chamber in the bowels of the Pentagon.

We blame whoever we can," Matt said. "The CFO"—Sterman's brother-in-law and former best friend—"the COO, the C Choose-Your-Favorite-Two-Letter Combination, the accounting firm, the banks, the board, the lower-level employees. We claim some of them are crooks. We claim some of them made honest mistakes that steamrolled.

Oh, I recognize that. But the truth is, we all take facts and compute them through our own experiences. You had a wonderful family life; thus you believe as you do. I am of course the opposite. Only a leap of faith could change our positions." Myron

I would rather French-kiss a live rodent than shake the man's hand, but in prison, you do what you have to.

Gavin gestured toward the capsule. "I was a little surprised we found your place so easily. I figured you'd set up decoys. You ever read about the Ghost Army in World War Two?" Wilde had. "The Twenty-Third Headquarters Special Troops.

The artwork of children always broke Grace's heart. The pieces were like snapshots, a moment that is forever gone, a life-post, never to be repeated. Their artistic abilities will mature and change. The innocence will be gone, captured only in fingerpaint or coloring out of the lines, in uneven handwriting.

Go fuck myself? Seriously? That's the best you can come up with? Really, David, I'm disappointed. I came here for a serious philosophical discussion. We know things others don't. I want to understand what could possess a man to do something so barbaric. To kill his own son.

Jake was closing in on two hundred and seventy-five pounds. His pants never fit right. They were too small for his stomach, too large for his waist. He was constantly adjusting them, searching for that one elusive point where they'd actually stay in place. The search required a team of top scientists and a really powerful microscope.

Roger was a skinny kid. His arms were reeds with absolutely no definition. He did not look up as she spoke.

If you want to slow down time, this theory holds: If you want to make the days last, do something different. Travel to exotic locales. Take a class.

Last night this street had been teeming with people. Now there was practically nobody. Those who were there either slept on a stoop or moved with amazing lethargy, legs congealed together, arms melted against their sides. Mike half expected a patch of tumbleweed to blow through the middle of the street. "You

I'm talking to you now not as a United States senator but as a grieving father. A grieving father who just wants to let his son rest in peace. I'm asking you to please stop what you're doing.' The pain in the man's voice was raw. Myron had not expected this. 'I'm not sure I can, Senator.

My relationships with men are like a wild buckaroo ride at a rodeo—it's exciting and crazy and I know it's going to be me who gets thrown off in the end and breaks a rib when I smack the ground.

The alley reeked, as all alleys do, of past garbage and dried urine. Myron waited for Roger to look up at him. Roger didn't.

What about Gloria Katz and Susan Milano?" Myron asked. "Where are they?" Cole smiled without mirth or humor. Myron saw the missing teeth and wondered if they were part of the disguise or something more sinister. "I'll tell you about them another time," he said. Myron

I thought about my mother and wondered what she realized about her mental health, if she was even capable of engaging in serious introspection. Probably

Jack Coldren was slowly dying. His heart was crumbling like brown leaves caught in a closed fist. You saw it all happening. And you wanted it to continue. On

A group of boys-cum-men shuffled by her office, all duded out in goth black accessorized with a variety of items in the chain-n-stud family. The pants had huge cuffs and you couldn't see their shoes. "Hey

She started playing what-if, wondering what would happen if her father suddenly materialized in the seat next to her, if she told him that she knew everything and that he had been given a second chance, what would her father do? Death was probably a great educator.

The brothers frowned and strolled toward him. One cracked his neck as he strutted. The other opened and closed fists. Matt felt his blood hum.

There are holes," Myron admitted. "There are chasms of leviathan proportions," Win corrected.

As Myron dashed back and forth in the wave of basketball action, a thought sneaked in through the back door of his brain. The thought stayed on the fringes, hiding behind a couch, popping into view every once in a while before ducking back down again. You can do this, the thought taunted. You can play with them. Myron

Sex is for anyone; the aftermath is for lovers. Pretty

Part of all worship is abuse. That's what I've learned. Those who love God the most also fear God the most too. 'God-fearing,' right? The most devout who won't shut up about God's love are always the ones raving about fire and brimstone and eternal damnation.