Quotes from Harlan Coben

One thousand dollars for processing and shipping. Then there are yearly storage fees. I know that may sound expensive, but this is a one-time opportunity. Cord blood contains stem cells that save lives. Simple as that. They can treat anemias and leukemias. They can fight infection and help with certain kinds of cancer.

Butterface." Then Thomas spoke slowly. "But. Her. Face." Adam tried not to smile

Mom sprinted down the driveway and hugged Myron as though he'd just been released by Hamas terrorists. She also hugged Brenda. So did everyone else. Dad was in the back at the barbecue. A gas grill now, thank goodness, so Dad could stop loading on the lighter fluid with a hose. He wore a chef's hat somewhat taller than a control tower and an apron that read REFORMED VEGETARIAN.

Myron settled back behind a shrub. There were lots of shrubs around here. Everywhere one looked. there were shrubs of various sizes and shapes and purposes. Rich blue bloods must really like shrubs, Myron decided. He wondered if they had any on the Mayflower.

When Myron got back to the Dakota, Win was heading out with his leather gym bag and Terese was gone. "She left a note," Win said, handing it to Myron. Had to go back early. I'll call. Terese Myron read the note again. It didn't change. He folded it up and put it away.

She made sure the Glock was loaded and closed the safe. She strapped on a leather IWB (inside waistband) holster, which would keep the Glock concealed, especially when she wore certain flex-fabric jeans and a dark blazer.

Myron stepped toward the light, ignoring the symbolism. "Whatever you're selling," he said, "how do I know you haven't made copies?

Megan eyed the drink, enjoying the warmth of it. "You know what sucks about being a mother?" "Diapers?" "Well, yes. But I mean now. Now that they are older and more or less real human beings." "What?" "You live for their smile." Lorraine

Her life hadn't just taken detours or even gone off the rails. It was as though the rails had vanished beneath her. A person needs answers. A person needs them to make some kind of sense. They

There is an unmistakable look to prison muscles, a smooth, marblelike quality as opposed to their puffier health club counterparts.

The foie gras—goose liver for the uninitiated—arrived. I was indeed starving and dug in. I know the animal-rights people would crucify me, but I can't help it. I love foie gras. Win had red wine already poured. I took a sip. I'm no expert, but it tasted like a deity had personally squeezed the grapes.

Myron nodded. "The hotel on Route 80? Maybe five miles from here?" "Right. My source doesn't know what it was for or what ended up on it. He just knows the work was for the Downing divorce. He also confirmed the obvious: this thing is usually done to catch a spouse in flagrante delicto." Myron

Anomalies are to be expected, but there is still a certain pattern to the chaos.

Occam's Razor. My father had often repeated that one to me. Occam's Razor states the following: "Other things being equal, a simpler explanation is better than a more complex one." Put more succinctly, the simplest answer was usually the best one. So

Small said, "But what about when we are dead and gone, will you love me then, does love go on?" Large held Small snug as they looked out at the night, at the moon in the dark and the stars shining bright. "Small, look at the stars, how they shine and glow, some of the stars died a long time ago. Still they shine in the evening skies, for you see, Small, love like starlight never dies.…" —Debi Gliori No Matter What

Big Reg was twice divorced, separated from his third wife, and had two other women with him today. Both women wore navel-revealing tube tops, and neither had the figure for it. The tube tops appeared so tight they squeezed all flesh south, giving both women a gourdlike shape. "You." Hester pointed at the tube top on the right. "Me?" Somehow, despite the word being one syllable, she had managed to crack gum mid-word. "Yes.

If you think about it, Bruce Wayne's only superpower was tremendous wealth.

Saul Strauss used to be what Gavin would consider committed and passionate in a namby-pamby, Kumbaya-like, eco-green, granola-y, unrealistic sort of way, but more and more, the Sauls of the world had raised their rhetoric to the dangerously hysterical

They ate like trash compactors with feet.

Did you ask Mario?" "He wouldn't say." I didn't ask who Mario was. I figured Terese would fill me in later. Terese

In high school he had dated almost exclusively bisexual girls—he'd mention sex, the girls would say "bye.

In the movies, killers are omnipotent.

Loren looked at Christ on the cross behind the Mother Superior's head. She remembered an old joke, one she heard when she first got here. A boy is getting all Ds and Fs in math so his parents send him to Catholic school. On his first report card, his parents are shocked to see their son getting straight As. When his parents ask him why, he says, "Well, when I went into the chapel and saw that guy nailed to a plus sign, I knew they were serious." Mother

It's just that . . . when you have kids, it just changes things." "Do me a favor, Yates. Please don't give me that having-children-alters-you spiel. I listen to that crap enough from my painfully few friends.