Dennis Lehane Quotes
It's odd how fast a beautiful woman can turn a guy's mind into lint storage. Just by being a beautiful woman.
Each day in this country, twenty-three hundred children are reported missing.
It took only a second for another to arrive on the same path as yours and change your life to a point it couldn’t change back. One second.
But as the years passed, he missed her more, not less, and his need for her became a cut that would not scar over, would not stop leaking.
Teddy wondered, and not for the first time, not by a long shot, if this was the day that missing her would finally be too much for him.
The harsh light above them caught her face, and Sean could see what she'd look like when she was much older - a handsome woman, scarred by wisdom she never asked for.
Joe closed his hand over the watch and it was still warm from his father's pocket, ticking against his palm like a heart.
We live in a world of disposable memory, nothing's built to last, not even shame.
Men who believe that the way to the mind is not by way of ice picks through the brain or large dosages of dangerous medicine but through an honest reckoning of the self.
When they'd first come out in the morning, a single flounder lay flapping and puffing in the breezeway, one sad, swollen eye looking back toward the sea.
She told him that he had the most beautiful voice she'd ever heard, that it sounded like whiskey and wood smoke.
Maybe honor was in its twilight. Maybe it had always been heading that way. Or worse, maybe it had always been an illusion.
All the stuff our fathers took for granted as long as you worked hard, the great safety net and the fair wage and the gold watch at the end of it all? That's all gone around here, my friend.
How much violence, Marshal, do you think a man can carry before it breaks him?
What's your name?""Emma Gould, " she said. "What's yours?""Wanted.""By all the girls or just the law?
Chuck said, “Hey. How many surrealists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?” Cawley looked over at him. “I’ll bite. How many?” “Fish, ” Chuck said and let loose a bright bark of a laugh.
Maybe that's what love is-counting the bandages until someone says, 'Enough'.
Danny could see it in their faces when they shook Steve’s hand—they’d have preferred him dead. Death allowed for the illusion of heroism. The maimed turned that illusion into an uncomfortable odor.
Patrick Kenzie asking a bemused waitress for a newspaper in smalltown USA. 'It’s like a homepage without a scroll button?
Vanity is a weakness. I know this. It’s a shallow dependence on the exterior self, on how one looks instead of what one is.
