Quotes from Harlan Coben

Got the suit, with the American flag in the lapel. Don't join the military; don't help out the little guy; don't take in your tired, your poor, your huddled masses—but if you wear a little flag, you're a patriot.

Somewhere in this world—in China or India or a remote section of Africa—there was probably a bigger dork than me. But I couldn't swear to that. I

There is no bond like blood, but there is no compound as volatile either.

The two men—Charlie was still a boy, sure, but he was now taller than his grandfather—embraced with everything they had. They both squeezed their eyes shut. That was how Pops always hugged. Nothing was held back.

Maggie's favorite phrase, something her mom in Quebec had taught her, was "You bring your own weather to the picnic." So both women smiled a lot. They both had smiles so great you sometimes forgot that they were meaningless. Maggie's

Women have been conditioned to please. We are responsible not just for ourselves but everyone in our orbit. We think it is our job to comfort the man. We think we can make things better by sacrificing a bit of ourselves. But you're also right to ask. It's the first thing I tell my clients: If you're ready to end it, end it. Make a clean break and don't look back. You don't owe him anything.

Melon Shirt, on the other hand, has the walk and bearing and crackle of someone who is comfortable and dangerous. You can, if you are attuned to it, sense such things. You can feel it in your lizard brain, a primitive, inner warning trill that you cannot quite explain. Modern man, more afraid of embarrassment sometimes than safety, often ignores it at his own peril. Melon

Im selben Moment Otto mir seine Faust in den Bauch. Luft strömte aus meiner Lunge. Ich klappte in der Hüfte wie ein Koffer zusammen.

She was dressed in Seventies American Hooker—fishnet stockings, high boots (those two looks seemed to be a contradiction), a skirt that covered up as much of her as, say, a belt would, and a purple top so tight it could have been sausage casing. Myron

Kat almost thanked him, but that seemed woefully inappropriate. The driver handed her back her gun. She could tell from the weight that he had removed the bullets. Then he handed her back her cell phone. Kat

We should a hire a lawyer," I said. "A solicitor," Win said, correcting me. "We're in London. We don't use the term 'lawyer,' Myron. We say solicitor." I

But the truth is, we all take facts and compute them through our own experiences.

If life were a movie, this was the part where you'd start the music montage. Some sappy song would be playing while they flashed to Ashley and me sharing lunch, talking, laughing, looking coy, holding hands—and ending with that first chaste kiss. That

And Sarah? She is strictly by the book. If Burroughs was set up, if he didn't do it, I'm not like that guy in The Fugitive—remember that movie?

der Mann war groß und dünn, hatte Wangenknochen, mit denen man Tomaten hätte schneiden können comma und perfekt frisierte Haare.

usually something unrelated to the task at hand, ricocheting your thoughts into an unexpected direction—a direction that inevitably leads to a solution linear thinking could never have approached.

The not knowing—the hope—has become more painful than death. And that just makes the tragedy all the more obscene. It is horrible enough that you make a mother suffer like

Hands in plain view approaching a high school. What a world.

again, so had the rest of the

Fuzz Pellet Josh sat alone. His head was tilted down, his hair hanging in front of his face like a curtain. His expression—and Grace guessed that he only had this one—was sullen. He bit into the taco as if it insulted his favorite grunge group. The earphones were jammed into place.

In prison, some of the guards used to carry stun guns. They worked, Matt had learned, by overloading and thus disrupting the internal communication system. The current mimics the body's own natural electrical impulses, confusing them, telling the muscles to do a great deal of work, depleting energy. The

Heard you beat up a cop." "No." "In New York City. Said so on the news. He's in the hospital." "I was just trying to escape." "Still, my man. Props to you." "Yeah," the other goon says, speaking for the first time. "Props.

The whole place had a feel and aura about as warm as a cold sore.

We should a hire a lawyer," I said. "A solicitor," Win said, correcting me. "We're in London. We don't use the term 'lawyer,' Myron. We say solicitor." I just looked at him, refraining from asking, How about the term "anal douche bag"? Do we use that in London?