Quotes from Harlan Coben

Simon gave her a blank look. "Yeah, I don't get it either," Elena said, waving it away. "The important thing is, Lou is still searching for names. I also have my office looking into Aaron Corval's background—his birth certificate, anything—so we can get a handle on that. Which brings me to the big thing." Elena stopped and let loose a deep breath. "What?" he said. "I found another connection.

You want to do something, but you are afraid, seriously afraid. You can't move. Your legs feel like rubber. Your arms tingle. And you hate yourself for that.

always hated fast-food restaurants. Now a Whopper with fries feels like a religious experience. I scarf it down.

People, Win knew, made snap judgments based on appearances. No great insight there. And yes, there were the obvious prejudices against African-Americans or Jews or what-have-you. But Win was more concerned with the more garden-variety prejudices. If, for example, you see an overweight woman eating a doughnut, you are repulsed. You make snap judgments—she is undisciplined, lazy, sloppy, probably stupid, definitely lacking in self-esteem. In

He checked his watch. "One more drink," Win said. "And then I will go in the other room because—oh, you'll love this—Mee so horny." I

Megan looked into Agnes's frightened face. Agnes had been so sharp just a few years back—funny and cutting and wonderfully ribald.

secret revealed is a secret destroyed.

Aaron looked strung-out, wearing a denim jacket over a grungy white T-shirt—the latest in heroin chic minus the chic.

most were conspiracy nuts, the kind who think Elvis and Jimi Hendrix are jamming on some island off Fiji.

Her makeup looked as though it'd been applied with a paintball gun.

Win Golf Credo #12: It is perfectly acceptable to stink at golf. It is not perfectly acceptable to stink slowly.

You are the worst sort of friend. You are too scared to help. You will never forget that feeling. Cowardice.

On the outside, he's all cold and detached," she said. "But underneath that—way down deep inside—he's all cold and detached.

That's just it." "What?" "The phone." "What about it?" "It wasn't hers.

The other mothers eyed her with suspicion. Adult suburbia can be a lot like high school.

They do not have big ideas or a grandiose vision of what America should be like. They pretty much just love to hate.

Matt opened the door, forcing sunlight into a place bathed in darkness. The men—there was only one woman here right now and she'd hit you if you called her a lady—blinked like bats who'd had a flashlight shined on them. There was no jukebox playing, no music at all. The conversations were kept as low as the lights. Mel

Why such a man would care to find a boy fitting this specific profile was a question no one at the orphanage dared to ask. Why? Simple. Because the Paynes funded the orphanage. Whatever their shortcomings, the facts were the facts: No Paynes, no orphanage, no saved children, no jobs.

when your opponent was at the net, it was often best to slam the ball right at their gut because he or she wouldn't know which way to move. You slow down their reaction time.

Dr. Mervosh wore a sweat suit so old-school that Myron almost looked for the Fila label. Her hair was blond and she wore a headband. The whole look was Early Eighties Björn Borg. "No

When the bell rang, the kids burst out as if they'd been fired from a cannon. Like every other parent, Grace only had eyes for her own. The rest of the pack, uncharitable as this might sound, was scenery. Max

You are forever held hostage once you care so much. The

In this life you don't find too many people you can truly count on.

The men in here were big with undefined muscle. They wore flannel shirts in the fall and winter, and bowling-gut-emphasizing T-shirts in the spring and summer. They wore jeans year-round. There weren't many fights in here, but you didn't walk in a place like this unless you knew how to use your fists. Matt