Quotes from Nelson DeMille

I continued, "The painting shows this fish with a big eye and a halo, floating in air, and underneath the fish are all these Native Americans having sex." "What? What does that have to do with Custer's Last Stand?" "Well, the painting is titled, Holy Mackerel, Look at All Those Fucking Indians.

Job happiness is directly proportional to the distance you are from the home office.

Everyone looked pensive, which is good cover-up for clueless.

Panic---a deep abiding, free-floating anxiety, often without any reason or logical basis.

Mrs. Corey still uses her maiden name for business, or when she wants to pretend she doesn't know me.

Nostalgia is basically the ability to forget the things that sucked.

Kate had never been married, so she had no way of knowing if I was a normal husband. This has been good for our marriage.

I want to be back to work next week. 'Let's get you home first. I need to evaluate the extent of your mental impairment.' She tried to flash me the peace sign, but in her weakend condition, she only managed to raise her middle finger.

I don't like mysteries, which is why I want to solve them. It bothers me that there are things I don't know.

How you doing at 26 Fed?" "I'm growing and learning, meeting new challenges with confidence and enthusiasm while developing good work ethics and people skills." "I'm surprised they haven't fired your ass." "Me too.

Somehow, amid all the sophistication and diversions of this world, we forgot the basics: take care of business at home first, and never betray your blood.

You get a promotion?" "I got a polite, but firm suggestion to be a team player. [...]" "You got off easy. One of my commanding officers once threw a paperweight at me." "We're a bit more subtle.

What these people were trying to create or re-create here in this new world is beyond me. I can't put myself in their minds or their hearts, but I can sympathize with their struggle for an identity, with their puzzlement, which has troubled Americans from the very beginning - Who are we, where do we fit in, where are we going?

I tried to picture a bunch of guys in blue suits running around a beachside neighborhood, knocking on doors and flashing Fed creds. That should cause a stampede of illegal aliens heading south.

People who worry about what others think of them would be surprised at how little they did.