Quotes from Michael Koryta

what still blew them all away was time itself, the days and months and the years, oh yes, the years. They went faster than anything man had the capacity to invent, so fast that for a while they fooled you into thinking they were slow, and was there any crueler trick than that?

You have bound us, Kimble imagined saying, to an evil world. Where's the love in that? And in that scenario, God always answered, Temporarily bound you, yes. Now, during your time in that evil world, did you do anything to help?

You became what you wanted to become. That's what Ezra believe. You could become it if you tried hard enough, could take what you really were and change it, force-feed yourself a new life until it became your old life, too, blurred together until a better self emerged.

It was all about size now: the big ran the world on the sweat of the small, and if the big faltered for any reason, the small were the first to go.

You're too worried about figuring out what you can believe about all of this, and then figuring out how to control it. That's how most people approach their lives. Way I feel, though, after a lot of years of living? Not much of what matters in the world is under your control. You don't dictate, you adapt. That's all. So stop trying to control this, and start trying to listen to what it's telling you.

based on what the wind does, we build

An honorable quality.

To weep not for the way things had once been but for the way things had been supposed to go and did not. People believed that they were haunted by bad memories, but that wasn't the truth. The most sinister hauntings were from unrealized futures.

He kept the gun in his lap as he drove, and he prayed. It was the strangest prayer he'd ever offered. He asked for strength to do the wrong thing, and then forgiveness for doing it.

He stood at the edge of town feeling very small, powerless. Night in the mountains could do that to you, reminding you of your place in the world and laughing at any sense of self-importance.

There are different layers of honesty—the truth of what you said and the truth of what was in your heart when you spoke the words.

So much water. It just went on and on and on, a sight that squeezed the soul. He felt so damn small out here. And that felt good. Maybe that was strange, but it felt good. He was insignificant. The world was too big to care about his decisions. There was no weight here, no burden.

Keep your voice down, man. People in this neighborhood hear Pittsburgh, they turn violent. It's the home of the Steelers, you know.

He was giving Gerry that flat stare again, the one that sent spiders crawling into your brain.

Trouble might come for you when you showed fear, but trouble doubled down when you lied about being afraid.

Las personas entran y salen de nuestra de vida. Nunca llegamos a enterarnos de cuándo y cómo llegan, ni tampoco de cuándo y cómo se van. Simplemente, aprendemos de ello, lo sobrellevamos como podemos y seguimos adelante. Así es como funciona. Y eso es lo que tienes que hacer tú ahora.

Life was short, love was rare, and time.time was easy to waste.

People believed that they were haunted by bad memories, but that wasn't the truth. The most sinister hauntings were from unrealized futures.

I might have been in a bar fight once, but if I hit anyone, it was with a bottle of fine cabernet.

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Survivors, Ethan had told this last group of boys while his wife listened from the stable, do not quit. Ever. They STOP. They sit, think, observe, and plan. That, boys, is a stop. Anything else is quitting, and quitting is dying. Are you the surviving kind, or the dying kind?

The walls were bare wood now, unadorned by the maps and photographs. All that remained was the thumbtacks, which protruded in all directions, tilting like gravestones in a forgotten cemetery.

Time is our friend, because for us there is no end. He

Pride and joy of Crime Town, USA." It was an old nickname, went back almost fifty years, but people still attached it to Youngstown, a gritty factory town an hour from Cleveland.