Quotes from John Hart

Lightening falls, all you can do is- pray God that it doesn't fall on you.

When your life is shit, it's easy to forget just how many good people are in the world.

The world is what it is, unjust and tragic and full of crying shames. Don't hate me for it.

flogging every

Tomorrow is soon enough to contemplate the multitude of your sins." He

It was a good memory, so he drove it down, crushed it. It only made things harder.

people could walk the same road and see different things.

sympathetic. "Look, Clyde. We never found Alyssa. And the way this case has unfolded . . . people are asking questions." "About what?

stared dumbly.

She kept her eyes on Channing when she could; saw the wounded blankness of all who are ruined young.

furtiveness maybe, or shame. "May I?

Tell me from the beginning." "It needs to be privileged." "Very well. Consider me your attorney." "You're not licensed." "Then consider me a friend.

The fall could have taken her all the way down, so deep she would not have come back the same or even close. He was going to pound her into the dark and leave her there.…

This man knocked on the wrong door." A perfect silence, Hunt's heart swelling with respect. "This man died looking for his daughter.

for a fallen soul, an act of wrong could, at time, feel very right, and that scared the hell out of me.

I left, heavy with the words she refused to let me say.

Nothing was made before me but eternal things, And I endure eternally. The voice belonged to X. Jason was home, indeed.

Then let me tell you a thing I've learned in my eighty-nine years. This house, the friends and memories—I'd trade it all for a chance to do what that young woman just did: a noble act, freely undertaken. How many of us have such a chance? And how many the courage to take it?

he was a little dark, a little private, Hunt was okay

An old man was dying, and when he was dead, they would come for Michael; and they would come for her, to make Michael hurt. Elena knew none of this, neither the things of which he was capable nor the danger he'd brought to her door; but Michael would go to hell to keep her safe. Go to hell. Come back burning.

bereft. I leave this letter in hopes you'll discover it when you

She wore peacefulness as if it were a blanket she'd decided to wrap around her shoulders.

Cuando alguien le preguntaba porque era tan diferente, porque se mostraba tan reposado y porque sus ojos parecían como si absorbiesen la luz, siempre contestaba lo mismo. Se dio cuenta muy pronto que no había ningún lugar seguro; ni el jardín trasero, ni el parque, ni el porche de la entrada o la calle tranquila que bordeaba un extremo de la ciudad. No había ningún lugar seguro ni nadie que le protegiese. La infancia era una ilusión.

I wondered if there was any of that boy left in me, or had the cancer, indeed, eaten him all away?