Quotes About John Sandford

If the AG had been a lightbulb instead of a lawyer, he would have been about a twenty-watt.

The press conference was held in a courtroom at the new county courthouse, a space that did its best to translate justice into laminated wood.

Virgil Flowers fishes in the St. Croix where I fish for muskies near my house.

I was a newspaper editor in the Army, and I know something about the Army PR culture.

We'll have set back New York heroin dealing by at least an hour and only cost the American taxpayers a couple of million.

Women are basically recreational areas, with several separate facilities available at any given time.

You got your iPad?" "Does the Tin Man have a sheet metal cock?

I will say that it appears likely that Tubbs was working alone, out of a personal animus toward Smalls.

Hiaasen hardcover novel, Skinny Dip, selling for $5.98

asked the local media not to mention it, but

said let's send that fuckin' Flowers up there. He hasn't done anything for us lately. He's off today, somebody said. Davenport said, So what?

with a smile. Bowden turned away from him and

You know why they've got such great voices, the TV people? Andersen asked, going off in a new direction. Because they reverberate in the space where most people have brains. . .

He won't. He'll want to be out front on this, he'll want to be informed. If he does say no, I'll call him. I'll tell him that I'll personally stick the search warrant up his ass and then cut him out of the loop on the return." "You're so grandmotherly sometimes," Lucas said.

Fell finally led Lucas into a clothing store that apparently hadn't changed either stock or customers since '69. Every male customer other than Lucas was bearded, and three of the four women customers wore tie-dye. Lucas bought an ill-fitting leather porkpie hat. In the mirror, he looked like a hippie designer's idea of an Amazon explorer.

a few times, and then pushed the screen door open. "Let's go," Stern said. As they crossed the porch

scooter. Four more squads were double-parked farther up the street. As Lucas paused at the trash basket, disposing of the orange, a

You're threatening me?" "I'm not threatening, I'm articulating," Palmer said.

An "A" had fallen off the sign over the bar's door, so it now said "Ple sure Palace," but it didn't make any difference, because everybody who was nobody called it Smackie's.

In Jenkins's personal lexicon, the Geheime Staatspolizei comprised the BCA's top management. It was also the proper name of the German Gestapo, though he probably wasn't pronouncing it correctly—not that Lucas knew for sure.

Fuck Morton K. Brigham and Yale University," Clover said. "You ever been to that place? You have to have a pole stuck up your ass before you're allowed to walk on campus. Seriously, they have a booth with poles. Before they hire you for a job, they stick a second pole up there.