Quotes from Dennis Lehane

time is nothing to me but a series of book-marks that I use to jump back and forth through the text of my life, returning again and again to the events that mark me

Hiç küçük bir tercihin tüm hayat?n? nas?l deÄŸiÅŸtirebileceÄŸini düÅŸündün mü?

You do not want to be a noble person? She held her thumb and index finger close together. A little bit? He shook his head. I've gt nothing against noble people, I've just noticed they rarely live past forty. Neither do gangsters. True, he said, but we eat in better restaurants. (Live By Night - Dennis Lehane)

Work and its results always outlived those who labored at it as any Egyptian slave-ghost will tell you.

I once again felt an odd flush of admiration for my partner's faith in a religion I had long ago abandoned. She doesn't advertise it or announce it at every turn, and she has nothing but scorn for the patriarchal hierarchy that runs the church, but she nevertheless holds firm to a belief in the religion and ritual with a quiet intensity that can't be shaken.

Win for me. Win for my kids. Win for my marriage so I can carry your winning back to the car with me and sit in the glow of it with my family as we drive back toward our otherwise winless lives.

Teddy wondered, and not for the first time, not by a long shot, if this was the day that missing her would finally be too much for him.

It's the sea, some men take to it. Some men it takes.

It never works that way. Once that ugliness has been forced into you, it becomes part of your blood, dilutes it, races through your heart and back out again, staining everything as it goes. The ugliness never goes away, never comes out, no matter what you do. Anyone who thinks otherwise is naive. All you can do is hope to control it.

But as the years passed, he missed her more not less, and his need for her became a cut that would not scar over, would not stop leaking.

Everyone wants to tell you something -anything, everything - about themselves and they just go on and on and on. But when it comes time to show you who they are? Their shit is weak, Nadia. Their shit is lacking. And they just cover it up by talking more, by explaining away what can't be explained away. And then they go on talking more shit about someone else.

I'd like to say I found a sublime beauty in it all, but I didn't. And yet. And yet, this life we'd built filled our car

He lay on his side, looking out at the sea. So blue at this time of day, so vibrant as the afternoon died around it. He lay there feeling the breeze on his face and the sea spreading out forever under the darkening sky and he felt so small, so utterly human, but it wasn't a debilitating feeling. It was an oddly proud one. To be a part of this. A speck, yes. But part of it, one with it. Breathing.

The mean things of this world had only one lesson-we are meaner than you'd ever imagine.

Maybe honor was in its twilight. Maybe it had always been heading that way. Or worse, maybe it had always been an illusion.

It's a lot easier to ask a woman's forgiveness than her permission.

But always in the back of your throat is this scream, barely suppressed.

If Donald Trump puked, Copley Place is probably what would hit the toilet.

That if you believe, really believe, and if your strategy is sound, and if you're willing to leave everything you've got on the field of battle to win the day"—he held his arms wide—"you can do anything." She'd

It's been a complicated decade for me." She

You've always had a soft heart, son. You just hide it better than most. Danny shrugged. Starting to hide it from myself, then, I guess. Always the danger, that. Then one day, sure, you can't remember where you left all those pieces you tried so hard to hold on. Or why you work so hard at the holding.

Hell, everyone's nice until some kind of hard choice is put in front of them. Coronado: Stories

You can have two families in this life, Joe, the one you're born to and the one you build.

she was so simply his love, his girl, watching him approach as if she were memorizing him and his walk and those flowers and this moment, and he wanted to ask her what sound a heart made when it broke from pleasure, when just the sight of someone filled you the way food, blood, and air never could, when you felt as if you'd been born for only one moment, and this, for whatever reason, was it.