Quotes from Harlan Coben

He is a police officer in Kasselton. A captain, in fact, though I won't ask to wear his varsity jacket to the prom." "Oh," I said. "Apparently they are thinking of making arrests." "They started it," I said.

If I go all out in the smooth department," Myron said, "women all over the tri-state area begin to disrobe. I need to harness the power.

The diner waitress came over with a pot of coffee. Ilene nodded for her to pour, but Susan asked what herbal teas they carried. The waitress looked at her as if she'd asked for an enema. Susan said any tea would do. The waitress came back with a Lipton tea bag and poured hot water into the mug. Susan Loriman stared down at the drink as if it held some divine secret. "Lucas

He drove past the new hot yoga place on Franklin Avenue—by hot he meant temperature of the class, not popularity or looks—and found parking across the street from Janice's. Five minutes early. He looked for Corinne's car. No sign of it, but she could be parked in the back lot. David

Scanlon's lawyer, a ferret reeking of checkout-counter cologne, rounded out the group.

The ugly truth was better than the fanciful lie.

Kimberly Green had a major conniption. "Are you insane?" They

He parked next to Kristin's Audi convertible and headed inside. The bloated musclehead behind the desk looked Adam up and down and clearly found him wanting. He had the Cro-Magnon brow. His lips were frozen in a sneer of disdain. He wore some kind of sleeveless unitard. Adam feared the man might call him Brah. "Help

If Philip and Adam end up facing consequences or making sacrifices, so be it. My son is alive and out there somewhere. Selfish or not, that trumps all.

How is Ed?" "He's good." She smiled warmly. "He's a nice man." "Yeah," Loren said, "a prince." "I've known him a long time.

Susan cast her eyes down. Demure—it was a word that Ilene had heard before but never quite gotten. But that was what she was seeing right now. How many men would weaken—had weakened—at such a move? It

By the time Myron was forced to return, their clients were scattering into the night like kitchen help during an immigration bust.

Shaved Head said nothing. "What's going on here?" I asked. "Why was Rachel shot?" "I don't know." "I don't believe you," I said. "Believe what you will. These are the risks we all take." "What

I shook my head. "And I thought you were a genius when I saw your paintings." "Really?" She seemed caught off guard by the compliment. "Really." She cleared her throat. "And now that you see how deceptive I can be?" "I think you're a diabolical genius." Natalie

I needed information. I broke laws to get it. One could easily rationalize what I had done. The case for obtaining that information while giving Edward a touch of comeuppance was certainly compelling. But

The clothes, the facial hair, the poses—the whole vibe made it feel like a Doobie Brothers album cover.

Yes. In the meantime, arm yourself." "I'll pick up a gun when I get back," Myron said. "No need to wait. There is a thirty-eight under your seat." Terrific. Myron reached under his seat, felt the bump. "Anything else I need to know?" "I birdied the last hole. Shot two under par for the round." "Talk about burying the lead." "I was trying to be modest." "I

It isn't about guilt. You had a doubt. You had your head turned. You wondered about the what-if. You're not the first person to feel these things. You either find your way through it or you don't. But in the end, Corinne didn't give you that chance. She chose to trick you and live a lie. I'm not defending or condemning you. Every marriage is its own story. But you didn't see the light. You had someone shine a flashlight in your eyes." "Maybe

I shook my head. "And I thought you were a genius when I saw your paintings." "Really?" She seemed caught off guard by the compliment. "Really." She cleared her throat. "And now that you see how deceptive I can be?" "I think you're a diabolical genius." Natalie liked that. "You can't fault me. That Lars guy is like human Ambien. He opens his mouth, I'm out." "I'm

My best childhood memories all revolve around being on the golf course, mostly with my father. We rarely spoke as we strolled. We didn't have to. Somehow my father and golf were able to convey life lessons to me—patience, failure, humility, dedication, sportsmanship, practice, small improvements, missteps, mental error, fate, doing everything right and still not getting the desired result—without words.

to skim to make up the difference. To supplement your earnings. That's the American way. You can't live on what Walmart pays you. Walmart knows that. But they also know the government will make up the difference with food stamps and Medicare or whatever.

Myron shook his head. "Violence is always the answer for you, Win." Win frowned. "Stop sounding melodramatic. A man committed a vile act upon you. Squaring things would have helped put it behind you. It's not about vengeance. It's about equilibrium. It's about man's basic need to keep the scales balanced.

Win's real name was Windsor Horne Lockwood III, as in Lock-Horne Investments and Securities and the Lock-Horne Building on Park Avenue. His family was old money, the kind of money that got off the Mayflower with a pink polo shirt and desirable tee time. Myron

Bruce crept toward the door. The right leg slid forward; then the left tagged along. He had never been much of an athlete, had never been the most coordinated guy in the world. Right now, it looked like he was doing some kind of spastic fox-trot. Click.