Quotes from Bentley Little

People with daddy issues can always spot a fellow traveler.

His age was not something of which he'd been unaware—each birthday had been a ritualized reminder of his loss of youth, each New Year's Eve a prompter of the passing of time—but he now understood emotionally what before he had comprehended only as an intellectual concept.

and I passed an Arby's and The Store before my GPS told me to turn right off the main street.

He picked up the envelope. His name was on the front, written in a shaky, childish scrawl. He tore the envelope open and pulled out the piece of paper inside. On it were written two words in that same shaky hand: Stay Away

und was lediglich eine saisonale Wampe gewesen war, war jetzt sein dauerhafter Ganzjahresbauch.

Part of her was afraid to open the report, fearing some sort of Jack Torrance manuscript: the same phrase repeated over and over again, single-spaced, double-sided.

New Year's has never been a real holiday to me anyway. There's no gifts, no feast, just…bad TV.

That was a strange way of looking at it, to see a funeral as a popularity contest in which final judgment was passed on a man's life by the number of people who attended, by the size of the crowd. But it was also strangely appropriate since many people did judge the worth of others by the quantity of their social relationships.

This was the west and we were westerners, and no bureaucrat in Washington was going to regulate what our companies did in our state. So, we gulped down hot smog and pretended like we enjoyed it because we were too fucking stupid to look out for our own best interests.

A hush fell over the room as the man in black stepped up to the podium.

The dead don't think of the living," Ethan said. "That part of their life is over.

And in the background, behind everything he did or said or thought, like a low hum, was an unyielding sadness, an emotional blackness that threatened to bloom into depression should he pause to examine it.

Without banks, you would be burying your money in coffee cans in the back yard

The hose of the pool cleaner had snaked out of the water and was touching his shoe.

Much worse than yours.

A dreamcatcher is supposed to catch the bad dreams, to let the good ones through. When I was a child on the reserve, I had one hanging above my bed. I remember staring at it as I listened to my mother cry for hours in the dark. I have never known one to work.

It was in that old Yellow Front building past the corp yard. The one they're tearing down now for The Store. It's been empty for a long time, but some lady reported seeing teenagers breaking in. So I went over to check it out." There was a brief pause. "The shadows were in there.

some small stuff like Gordon's cat.

he spied a string of red balloons trailing upward into the sky above the pine and cottonwood trees that shielded the old business district from the newer retailers on the highway.

Me? I'm too boring to have nightmares." He laughed. "Hell, I don't think I even dream.

Are you selling something?" "Only happiness.

Seconds later, they were in the midst of a full-fledged rock fight

It is a haunted place, strange with secrets.

More than once she'd felt as though they were talking at each other rather than to each other.