Quotes About Surprise

Most of the blood—nearly all of it, really—belonged to the victim, Rick Collins," Berleand said. His voice was measured now, as if he were trying to wade his way through whatever he was about to tell us. "That's hardly a surprise." We

They got back to the house late. Myron's father was feigning sleep in the recliner. Some habits die hard. Myron woke him up. He startled to consciousness. Pacino never overacted his much.

Im selben Moment Otto mir seine Faust in den Bauch. Luft strömte aus meiner Lunge. Ich klappte in der Hüfte wie ein Koffer zusammen.

What about her?" Win shook his head. "God, Myron, you're such a sexist. And here she is now." Win looked toward the door. Myron did the same and immediately recognized the woman who'd entered. It was Brooke Baldwin, Win's cousin and, more to the point, mother of the still-missing Rhys. Myron hadn't seen Brooke in, what, five years, he surmised. A

The front door was open. Mrs. Seiden was standing there. And next to her, with his fingers digging into her upper arm, was the other man who'd chased him from the car. This guy was a few years older than Art Teacher and wore an ascot. An ascot, for crying out loud. He looked like Roger Healey from the old I Dream of Jeannie show. No

So now what? Kick down the door . . . and then what? Find an old lady in a weird white dress and demand she explain her whack-a-doodle rants? Maybe she had gone upstairs. Maybe Bat Lady was now getting ready for her loony day, changing out of her white dress, heading to the shower . . . Ugh.

Myron turned around. It was Linda Coldren. Her head was wrapped in a semi-babushka and she wore dark sunglasses. Greta Garbo circa 1984. She opened her purse. "I forwarded the home phone here," she whispered, pointing to a cellular phone in the purse. "Mind if I sit down?" "Please do," Myron said. She

What do you want?" I asked. No one answered. The van pulled to a quick stop around the corner. The big Asian guy slid in, and the van started up again. He bent down, gazing at me with what looked like mild curiosity. "Why were you at the park?" he asked me. His voice threw me. I had expected something growling or menacing, but his tone was gentle, high-pitched, and creepily childlike.

I told her about the photograph, the butterfly emblem, and the light in the basement. When I finished, Ema said, "Whoa." "You say that a lot." "What?" " 'Whoa,'" I said. "Actually, I don't. But hanging around you, well, it seems awfully apropos." I

Yiddish proverb: Man plans, God laughs.

The girl at the door was young. Eighteen, twenty, something like that. Nope, not a Jehovah's Witness. Didn't have that scooped-out-brain smile.

Win stared at me as if I were defecating on the court.

You're kidding, right?" Broome couldn't have looked more incredulous without plastic surgery. "Let me get this straight: Ray Levine told you that he showed up after you saw Stewart Green lying there.

Everyone is their own universe—a life, a dream, a hope, a sorrow, a joy, a surprise, a revelation, a story with a beginning, a middle, and an end—even when they simply walk by you on the street.

I told her about my visit to the Plan B Go-Go Lounge. The waitress came and brought our food, but neither one of us noticed. When I finished, Ema said, "I won't even bother with the 'whoa.' This is beyond whoa. It's like whoa on steroids. It's like whoa raised to the tenth power." The

Shoulder up, I reeled around to face Boo Radley and his bloody fangs; instead, I saw Dill ringing the bell with all his might in Atticus's face.

My Lord, Aunt Stephanie, you almost gave me a heart attack!

I just don't like my world disturbed without some warning.

I was furious," she said. She was. She had known it was coming, knew what it would be, had thought she was prepared for it, but when she bought a newspaper on the street corner and read it, she stopped at the first bar she came to and drank down a straight bourbon. "Why?

I just don't like my world disturbed without warning.

He's going to make me some invisible ink, and I'm going to write Dill in it. Francis asked what was the use of that. Well can't you just see his face when he gets a letter from me with nothing in it? It'll drive him nuts.

Jean Louise, did you come down on the train Like That?

My scalp jumped. I stuck my head around the corner. "Sir?" "Go to bed.

I kicked the man swiftly. Barefooted, I was surprised to see him fall back in real pain. I intended to kick his shin, but aimed too high.