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I'd been hurt, and in response I had acted violently, destroying a little of myself each time I did so.

(To those who are themselves unhappy, the contentment of others can sometimes be mistaken for tedium.)

If cats could count, they'd start getting nervous around the time they put paid to their fifth life.

They were on the side of the angels, even if the angels weren't entirely sure that this was a good thing.

lagophthalmos - a

He had loved her as much as a man can love his wife, and so nothing more need be said.

They were the clothes of a child, and he was a child no longer.

I think we've established that her son is crazy, and crazy cancels out clever every time.

There's always someplace to go, even if it's only someplace else.

They were called "rooms," but it was still a cell. A room you could leave when you chose to do so; a cell you could not.

Can I ever come back here' he asked, and the Woodsman said something very strange in reply.
'Most people come back here,' he said, 'in the end

was extraordinarily unhandsome, as though God had created the ugliest human being possible and then punched him in the face.

You must be careful where you step.
And you must be ready for what you might find.

Aside. "How long will it take?" He was scared, and he wasn't pretending. "Not long," I said. "Not long at all." You

The past never truly dies. It is there, waiting, just below the surface of the now.

One lies in truth,
One truth is lies.
One path is death,
One path is life.
One question asked,
The path to guide.

Regret, he now knew, was a useless emotion, the poor cousin of guilt.

Parker felt, not for the first time, as though he had wandered into a ghost story.

He would envy each and every living thing its freedom, even if it was only the freedom to die.

It was the kind of bar where everybody knew your name, as long as your name was 'Motherfucker'.

Meerlust Rubicon from South Africa, a suitably wintry red.

We are not meant to know the time or the nature of our deaths (for all of us secretly hope that we may be immortal).

She was plump, with dyed red hair and a face so caked with cosmetics that the floor of the Amazon jungle probably saw more natural light ...

multibacillary and paucibacillary,

Anyone who wants bookstores to survive is portrayed as a Luddite who goes around smashing up Kindles.

She was a round, curvy woman who, for Parker, brought to mind a figure assembled from a selection of soft fruits. Aside

Was that his name? I never had a chance to ask. He was too intent upon tearing out my throat for us to engage in idle chitchat.

I believe in evil because I have touched it, and it has touched me.

cynics were once romantics. Most of them still are.

She was night without the promise of dawn, darkness without light.

gazing upon him with eyes that were too old for her face.

"Sarge, mr. Nurd here is threatening to turn me to jelly."
"really?" said Sarge. "what flavor?

Slow animals always become prey in the end.

As I get older I tend to rail against the world more and more.

After all, no relationship could function or survive under the burden of total honesty.

I've been fascinated by the idea that evil is the absence of empathy.

one ignored the mundane at one's peril. After

There was a lot to be said for a man's capacity to be comfortable while alone.

Sometimes he would forget her, but in forgetting he would remember her again, and the ache for her would return with a vengeance.

There was a lot to be said for the discipline of married life. It forced one to learn the art of compromise, and to remedy the flaws in one's nature.

What's seldom is wonderful.

Names did have a power, if they were used in the right way.

What have you taken from me, and from what have you taken me?

A mobster who knew Trump socially said of him once, "He'd lie to you about what time of day it is - just for the practice.

He had a love of books, for in books was recorded the knowledge of all those who had gone before him.

Why did you shoot him?"
"You weren't around," I replied, my teeth gritted in pain. "If you'd been here I'd have shot you instead.

..her lips were as red as a stop light..

The evolutionary curve obviously sloped pretty gently where Six came from.

In the end, the truth doesn't matter.

He became merely the broken statue of a beast, now without another's fear to animate it.

Earle had friendly written all over him the way that a plague rat had "Hug Me" emblazoned on its fur.

You pay by the hour, even if the job only takes five minutes. I don't do fractions.

We must have taken a wrong turn turning somewhere."
"Where, Purgatory?" said Dozy. "We're in Hell.

Are you sizeist?

That is what we do for the ones we love: we lie to protect them. Not all truths are welcome.

He had found it hard to equate the priest's God with the one who had left his mother to die slowly and painfully.

He was a locked box inside which tempests roiled. He was a man enshadowed by himself.

Behold not Death's Heads til thou doest not see them, nor look upon mortifying objects til thou overlook'st them.

You had to be reasonably wealthy and privileged to choose not to own stuff. He

The worst thing you can do as a writer is waste people's time.

I was a stranger in a familiar land.

He was trying to put loss into words, but loss is absence and will always defy expression.

Know a man by his metaphors.

You cannot perform acts of evil in the name of a greater good, because the good suffers. It is corrupted by what has been done in its name.

We lie to protect our children, and in lying we expose them to the greatest of harms

If you're getting fucked, then you're getting fucked. But if you're getting fucked by someone who's smiling, then you're really getting fucked.

It's a full-time job being homeless. It's a full-time job being poor.

Er lips were as red as a stop light..

THERE ARE NO COINCIDENCES, only patterns we do not see.

Drowning men will drag you down if you let them. Sometimes, to survive, you have to let them sink.

chased by the shadows of clouds.

Although both were lost in their own individual worlds, they shared the same space and time.

Law and justice are not the same.

Lester Bargus was what people liked to call 'two pounds of shit in a one-pound bag.

He has all the weaknesses that come with a conscience, but none of the strengths.

Okay, I said hoarsely as the blood left my head and headed south for the winter.

You can't prove that something doesn't exist. You can only prove that something does exist.

I find that I take a great deal of pleasure knowing I get up people's noses to some degree.

I learned something that day: there may be worse things than arriving somewhere with your dog and leaving without him, but there aren't many.

Their smiles never lit up their eyes, and

Because a man who is everybody's friend really has no friends at all.

Paunch lapping at his belt like a pale tongue, peeping out from beneath the fabric of his golf shirt, hairy and somehow obscene. He was

Mortality shadowed him like a falcon mantling its wings over dying prey.

The door, when I tried it, was locked, but a locked door is more the promise of security than security itself.

I have found in the past that what passes for coincidence is usually life's way of telling you that you're not paying enough attention.

Mum," said Christopher. "It's a demon. I don't think a poker will hurt it."

"It will where I'm going to put it," said Mrs. Mayer.

They looked to Ferrier like they ate bad food to match their bad taste in clothes and wheels. The

That was what death was like: trapped in a small space with a big weight holding you down for all eternity.

First the girl, then the detective, now the wolf. The town was starting to unravel.

His was a psychological and emotional disturbance of untold, awful depth, mundane and yet tragic in that very ordinariness.

There is a price to be paid for everything, and it is a good idea to find out that price before you make the agreement.

Sometimes we need our pain. We need it to call our own.

The day passed, a poor, sluggish thing that departed almost gratefully as night took its place.

But there were some who went with her willingly, for there are other women who dream of lying with wolves.

I'm a ghost," said the small figure, then added, a little uncertainly, "Boo?

Misery loved company, but damnation needed it.

Why is there always one bloke in these boy bands who looks like he came to fix the boiler and somehow got bullied into joining the group?

The US dollar is our currency but your problem.

They listen, the dead. They're always listening. What else is there for them to do?

He has his father's distinctive good looks, like a badly made crash test dummy. He also smells like a funeral parlor, but that may be incidental.