Quotes About Coben

The gray has no chance against that smile. It vanishes in a wonderful haze of bright color.

Terrific, Simon said. The psychos are on my side.

The gray has no chance against that smile. It vanishes in a wonderful haze of bright color.

Okay, okay, no need for theatrics." "No need," Harry said with a bright smile, "but why not throw them in if I can?

So now Lorraine did TV interviews. The fascination with her was endless. Her natural likability came out because you simply can't teach that.

There are holes," Myron admitted. "There are chasms of leviathan proportions," Win corrected.

I'm not the one to ask," the hostess said. "You should speak to Caroline." "Caroline?" Myron Bolitar, Parrot Investigator. "Caroline Gundeck. She was the one who had lunch with him." Every once in a while you just get lucky.

And if my son was so gravely wounded," Ali said between clenched teeth, "who do you think you are to not tell me? I even asked why you two were talking at halftime, remember?" "I do.

Wilde almost smiled. "Nice loophole you found there." "A corollary of my occupation. Love me for all my faults.

Scanlon's lawyer, a ferret reeking of checkout-counter cologne, rounded out the group.

Her assistant was a young woman named Chamique Johnson. Muse had met Chamique during a somewhat famous rape trial. After a rough start in the office, Chamique had made herself fairly indispensable. "Right

My name is Myron Bolitar." "Should I genuflect?" "I'd prefer it if you just lift the drop arm." The

Like every kid in your town you grow up worrying about your future and what college you will get into.

So we're missing something." "We're missing everything. At this stage, this whole matter is too flimsy to label supposition." Another

Again: Myron Bolitar, Master of Deduction. If you prick him, does he not bleed? He

Tragedy sort of works this way: Once it snakes it's way in, it cuts down all your defenses and allows it's brethren easy access to feed.

Two metallic swivel stools were painted red on the base, looking about as inviting as rectal thermometers.

I stepped into the kitchen. I didn't close the door behind me. I wanted a quick escape in case . . . well, whatever. The

The mixing of metaphors was making Myron dizzy. "Sure. I don't want to cause any problems.

Rusty's motto: Parties Are for Weekends, Not Politics.

And I love the twist. I love to fool you once, I love to fool you twice, and on the very last page, quite often - very last paragraph sometimes - I like to just play with your perception one more time in a way that makes everything that came before just a little bit different.