Quotes from Jeffery Deaver

Calm, Corte. Whatever happens you have to stay calm. When you look into your opponent's face, when you talk to him, it should be like you're discussing cornflakes. Never more emotional than that. . . . Emotion's deadly. What

This guy's a pussy, she thought. I know that 'cause he's saying everything I want to.

Never waste time on anger.

I went to the CD player, choosing some soft and soothing soprano sax, courtesy of the late Art Porter.

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toss a weighted paper bag out.

shark you don't see is always more dangerous than the one you do.

Shaw watched her dark eyes through the lens. If she were with

Prewar." It occurred to Rhyme that in Italy the phrase would, in most people's minds, refer to the Second World War. Unlike America for the past eighty years, Italy had not regularly dotted the globe with tanks and infantry and drones. Thom

Dellray had advanced degrees—including psychology and philosophy (yes, one could philosophize as a hobby)—but he somehow fell naturally into a street patois of his own making, not gang-talk, not African American Vernacular English. It was, like his clothing and his penchant for reading Heidegger and Kant to his children, pure Dellray.

Everything in the past is memory, everything in the future is imagination. . .

There's another element too: nearly every cult is headed by a single controlling leader. He—it's usually a man—has a consuming ego, attacks his enemies, lashes out in anger, has an absolute belief that he's correct, won't listen to advice or criticism, is paranoid and craves worship and adulation.

You eat slower. Healthier. Chopsticks're good for you.

The pictures slipped past again and I kept looking at them. Some of the scans were sepia pictures, going back a hundred years; some were black-and-white; some were oversaturated, from the sixties and seventies. Many were recent, direct digital. Finally

People's suspicions vanish when it looks like they're going to get what they want.

Then I notice, about a hundred yards away, to my right, a tall, black metal fence and, beyond, some buildings.

DuBois's observations were back. She'd largely recovered from the Graham ignominy.

Finally, with a last glance around the store, I pushed out the door, which had a quaint old-time bell on an armature. I looked around and headed into a coffee shop nearby. DuPont Circle survives on chic and Café Cafe had that aplenty. The accent mark was a clue, as was the $25/LB. sign in one bin of dark beans. I ordered a black filtered Colombian, the cheapest thing on a menu full of exotic concoctions, none of which were to my mind coffee, tasty though they might be. I

What would it be like to tattoo a living, beating heart? Could it be done?

What's your name?" "Stu." He eyed me carefully. "You were asking some things? In the store?" His statements were inflected as questions. I

I'm not a bad person." Zagaev looked up at me with imploring eyes. Claims of ethical purity are a common strategy in games like this. But they're paper, forever losing to scissors.

We're defined and enlivened by what opposes us. And when the Watchmaker died, Lincoln Rhyme died a bit too.

The thrust is that in order to improve society you should concentrate on the small things. If you control those—or fix them—then the bigger changes will follow.

Sign cutting taught me that terrain determines the route the prey follows 90 percent of the time: you generally have only to follow the path of least resistance to be pretty sure of remaining on the trail of your target. Henry Loving was different. His route took him in directions that didn't seem to make sense, less direct and more difficult. But