Genevieve Dewey

“Y’ever notice that sometimes we get so focused on the path we’re treadin’ that we lose sight of where we’re goin’ in the first place?”

“His face burst into a prism of colors and light as her eyes welled with tears and when they fell down her cheeks it felt like fire.”

“She wished with one part of her soul this weren’t real and with the other that it was, but wasn’t it just another goodbye either way?”

“She smelled like vanilla spice, or pumpkin pie, or something sweet yet sinful.”

“No, nothing much had changed in the old neighborhood. She was still just an actress in someone else’s play.”

“Oh, the sweet, painful pleasure of anticipation!”

“In fact, there was a sort of satisfaction and pride in knowing that Kiki was his. Other men could look, they could envy, they could even covet, but she was going home with him. Every. Time.”

“Every conversation they had anymore it felt like instead of unraveling the mystery, it just further entangled all of them into a twisted never-ending knot.”

“Mary girl, life is as simple as we let it be.”

“Luchese lit his cigar and pushed up the sleeves of his jacket as if preparing for work. Bring it on, fuckface, James thought. It was hard to take seriously a man that wasn’t smart enough to just take the damn jacket off.”

“It was a sickening, humbling, maddeningly powerless sensation this watching them and waiting for them to come to him. For the time they could be a family again. But Mickey did it like one’s tongue pointlessly finds a mouth sore over and over again, half to see if it was still there, half to see if it still hurt.”

“This was like discovering your vanilla cupcake had a chocolate fudge center.”

“Skate, you’re about to pop the best wheelie of your life.”

“And maybe then when they were all a family, Tommy would be able to see what Mary used to see, what his other children saw, not just a man who would kill for them but a man who would die for them...the man underneath it all.”

“A mixed up knot of incompatible roles, tied up too tight to know where one ended and another began.”

“...for there is nothing so perfect as a thing with no ending and no beginning, such as a family of souls intertwined.”

“Intentions were powerful things.”

“Yes, life was made up of these instances in time. Big moments hidden inside little decisions.”

“Just because the bully was always nice to you, never stole your lunch money, didn’t make him any less of a bully, did it?”

“It wasn’t his job to keep tabs on mob princesses, but this one was sort of a hobby.”

“Never negotiate with terrorists, make bargains with mobsters, or drive downtown on game day. Some things are just a given.”

“Love knows no time, or distance, and it certainly knows no reason.”