Quotes from Harlan Coben

I love you, Terese. I always will." Something changed. I could see it in her body language. A stiffening of the spine maybe. The best friend was slipping away. An adversary was coming to the surface.

Nastaviš živjeti svoj život, ali je nikada ne zaboraviš, kao ni onu no?, svoje osje?aje dok si je ljubio, miris njezine kose. Ona je uvijek s tobom. Razmišljaš o njoj. Možda ne svaki dan, možda ?ak ne ni svaki tjedan. Ali ona je tu. Svako malo prizoveš to sje?anje kada se osje?aš usamljeno, ali nisi siguran pruža li ti utjehu ili te boli. Pitaš se je li i s njome isto.

Like most things that were good or bad for you, you reach a stage where what started as a happy habit turns into something of an obsession.

shooting guards. Myron

I say "very little doubt" rather than "no doubt" because, of course, I can be fooled as easily as anyone. The stupidest men are the ones who think they can't be wrong. The stupidest men are the ones who are most sure. The stupidest men are the ones who don't know what they don't know.

In the movies, killers are omnipotent. In real life, they are not. They don't escape from handcuffs in the middle of a high-security federal penitentiary.

Granted this was a tenuous connection at best. Saying "Ford Windstar" in this suburb was like saying "implant" at a strip club.

Win grinned. "Her name is Mee." "I read the name tag." "As in, it's not just about you, Myron, it's about Mee. Or, I enjoy having carnal knowledge alone with Mee." I just looked at him.

Fact: Eileen had brought that nanny cam into her house. Maya tried to let that go, but the suspicion buzzed in her ear. She could quiet it, but it wouldn't go away, not completely. "What

Mark's shots fell through the metallic hoop, "but how many of them have that kind of accuracy?

Poignancy is found in the ordinary. "I

A novel is like a sausage. You might like the final taste, but you probably don't want to see how it was made.

Jack bought it for $6.99 at T.J. Maxx, a discount clothing store where hip goes to die.

Everyone talked with Brenda. They wanted to hear about the new women's league, but they were far more impressed when they heard Brenda was going to be a doctor. Dad even let Brenda take over the grill for a while, a move for Dad tantamount to donating a kidney.

Whenever he visited, Broome couldn't help but think, It could have been me. One would have thought that would lead to a strong yearning on his part. It did and it didn't. His most immediate and powerful reaction was relief—a there-but-for-the-grace-of-God, whistling-past-the-graveyard sort of escape from his own destiny. But then, well, he looked at Erin's face and all that fell away. Years

Aqua cleared his throat. Then he sang the last lines in his beautiful, rich voice: "Watch out for people who belong in your past. Don't let 'em back in your life.

She complied while yet another dark-suited man in sunglasses frisked her with so much enthusiasm Kat almost asked for a penicillin shot.

The room was immaculate—no, preserved. Stuck in a time warp, unused, untouched.

Esperanza handed him a slip of paper. "Here's the office number for Susan Lex, Dennis's older sister." Myron read the number like it was in code and might mean something. "I had another thought.

Beware the Ides of March," Myron said. "What?" "You were the one who pointed it out to me. The ides are the fifteenth of March. Your birthday was the seventeenth. March seventeenth. Three-one-seven. The code Greg set on his answering machine." She

She handed him an old class photograph, the color not so much fading as greening from age. Fifteen kids flanked by two teachers, one a far younger Peggy Joyce. The years had not been unkind to her, but they'd passed anyway.

We all have our demon. But men? They have them much worse. The world tells them that they are the leaders and great and macho and have to be big and brave and make a lot of money and lead these glamorous lives. But they don't, do they? [...] Women, we get it. Life is about a certain kind of drudgery. We are taught not to hope or want too much. Men? They never get that.

The huge neon sign listed a church affiliation that Grace had never heard of. The motto, according to several signs around the edifice, seemed to indicate that this was "God's House." If that were true, God could use a more creative architect. The structure held all the splendor and warmth of a highway mega-store. The

An hour later—or maybe it was only twenty minutes—Myron collapsed and rolled onto his back.