Richard House Quotes

Wickedness is not as interesting as you might hope.

Cats aren't as friendly as they appear: fur, teeth, instinct, selfishness and cunning. Essentially they're just big rats.

Telling stories to make himself into something that he isn't. We all do it. We all tell stories to make ourselves look better.

What you have to understand, he says, is the mentality of the Iraqi versus the mentality of the average Westerner.

They weren't a couple. They were two people making do.

She read the last chapter of her book because she didn't want to start something that would end badly.

He calls these projects gophers, as in, go-for-the-money (don't-deliver-the-project).

Correggio, Caravaggio, Titian, Tintoretto. In them she saw distance and cruelty. Bodies pierced, flayed, crucified. A parade of morbid flesh.

It wasn't my intention ever to leave Chicago, that's for sure.

The secret to disappearing is to stay where you are.

I definitely saw 'The Kill,' when I started it, as an entertainment.

...WHAT DID YOU DO TODAY
...that counts?
...that carries meaning?
...that made the day worthwhile?
...what will you do tomorrow?

If you look hard enough at any system, at some point it is going to reveal its patterns, habits, and operations.

The older they became the less time they spent together, and the less time they spent together the less dissatisfaction they felt toward each other.

You are the stories you tell, whatever their basis in fact or experience. It's who you are.

Everything in English sounded funny.

You think those cats care? You think other animals watch each other go at it and it does something for them?"
"Like cat-porn.

So why are you here?" Watts asked Santo.
"Because, Paul, is it Paul? I'm here to put the f in freedom.

At some point the body offers only disappointment.

Because what matters, what counts, isn't how well you are loved, but how able you are to give love.

There are Sutlers everywhere.

When I first started writing, I wrote a book called 'Bruiser,' and it was pretty much set in Chicago.

The worst thing you can do to someone, the very worst thing, is to keep them hoping.

A tongue in a bag. Teeth. A room drenched in blood.