Quotes from William Lashner

ribald fun. When they found out I wasn't in the city,

History is a warning to ourselves, and only by remembering where we have been and how low we have fallen can we know to where we aspire,

All he knows is that he has done exactly what he was supposed to do.

There are truths, I know with all certainty, that I will never grasp, but that doesn't make them any less true.

The other was short, thin, looking like a talent scout for a cemetery.

whole wide world than a Chicago dog?

squeeze a pomegranate in a juicer, heat the juice enough to mix in an equal amount of sugar, and then for each cup of juice, add an ounce of pomegranate molasses and half a teaspoon of orange-blossom water.

At my age, the only time I don't have to pee is when I'm peeing.

of things, mute specters haunting the dramas of seduction

If ignorance is bliss, why aren't you ecstatic?

The craving became almost unbearable, and he felt his heart break with the wanting.

Janes, and the white canvas bag beside them. "You are so precious in your defiance," said Clevenger,

And then he would come. To his senses. For who knew better than Justin Chase where all of that emotional attachment would lead. The holding would devolve into a jealous clench, the loving would become a bitter chain around both their necks, the possession would turn into soul-killing ownership, the sun-dappled future would darken, the spawn would die, and there would be nothing left but the misery and the pain.

Just as a sycamore thrusts out leaves, so this universe thrusts out humanity. Our individuality is mere illusion and we remain, all of us, always, part of the great tree of creation, just as it remains part of us. These are the truths I learned, my child, alongside Magee in Number 24 General Hospital, Étaples, and which I pass on, now, to you.

I had suspected there might be some shoe discarding so I made sure my socks were without holes that day.

With all the world's uncertainties and injustices, with all the doubt that piles around us like dead leaves in an autumn storm, you remain so sure of your truths. It must be comforting to be so sure.

IF YOU WANT A DOG TO STOP KISSING YOU, turn your head away silently like another dog.

Veritas, it's called. Don't you love it when

It was dirty and grown-up and transgressive and thrilling in its perverse little way, all the things I couldn't help being attracted to, being as I'm nothing myself if not perverse.

If he ever had a bright idea it would be beginner's luck.