Quotes from Don Winslow

When you're headin' for the border lord, you're bound to cross the line.   KRIS KRISTOFFERSON, «Border Lord»

As in life itself." Xue Xin chuckled. "Are we its guest, or its prisoner?

Then he drinks, eats, and fucks.

Mexico is a country where the temples of the new gods are built on the gravesites of the old.

This kid, he has to remember, this freaking junior varsity water boy, cut the heads off five men and rolled them across a disco floor like he was duckpin bowling. Guilty feet ain't got no rhythm, Eddie thinks.

Keller wakes up the morning after the election thinking that he doesn't know his own country anymore. we're not, he thinks, who I thought we were. Not who I thought we were at all.... What depresses him is loss of an ideal, an identity, an image of what this country is. Or was.

It is high time for us to arise from sleep. —Romans 13:11

Shut up! We can't hear the mimes! —Jacques Prévert Les Enfants du Paradis

People don't run the cartel; the cartel runs people.

The reaction at Manhattan South is going to go something like Someone blanked Eddie Friel? Oh. Anyone want this last chocolate glazed?

Union Station was a perfect representative of the city. Sad, drab, dirty, and hopeless, it was the right place to enter Providence. You didn't get your hopes up.

This look like college to you?" Malone asks. "You see coeds, Frisbees, man buns? You don't take notes, you don't write anything down. Only thing you ever write are your 5s. Notes you take on duty are discoverable. Some defense attorney shithead will deliberately misinterpret them and ram them up your ass on the stand.

Do you know about Irish Alzheimer's?" Malone asks. "No." "You forget everything but the grudges

At least Barrera didn't stick the envelope into her panties.

Adán fell asleep to these stories and slept like the dead until the sun struck him in the eyes and the whole long, wonderful summer day started again with the smell of fresh tortillas, manchaca, chorizo, and fat, sweet oranges.

Perhaps we're not the greater good, but we are the lesser of evils.

There is no water to put out the fire. Mi canto la esperanza. —Carlos Santana "Maria Maria

guy trips over the age thirty wire, he realizes that certain things he wanted in his life just aren't going to happen.

When you want to catch a fish, you gotta give it the bait it's hungry for.

Mexico is a cemetery for secrets.

The lost, the lonely, the bicultural misfits with a foot in two worlds and a place in neither.

Victoria was always nagging him to eat better, drink less, and go to the gym, but then again, Pablo has long felt that she (barely) sublimates her innate fascism with exercise and diet regimens and has recently taken to attending weekly "boot camp" sessions where she probably achieves orgasms as some steroid-enraged instructor screams at her. Ana

Even a North American defense lawyer is right sometimes," Aguilar says. "Like a broken clock, twice a day.

he's not sure how safe this meeting is going to be. And