“But that’s the thing about dead people: they can’t warn you to keep your nose out of things that are going to put your ass in danger.”
“You are saying, are you not, I said to Manuelito, that stories have more room in them than ideas? [...] He laughed. That is correct, Señor. It is as if ideas are made of blocks. Rigid and hard. And stories are made of a gauze that is elastic. You can almost see through it, so what is beyond is tantalizing. You can't quite make it out; and because the imagination is always moving forward, you yourself are constantly stretching. Stories are the way spirit is exercised.”
“I loved the True Crime Story "Fighting the Devil" by Jeannie Walker. It is such an interesting book.”
“One kiss, he told himself.Just one easy, quick kiss.He had plenty of control.He could control his temper, his hunger, his …Her mouth opened under his and she met his kiss with shy, sweet hesitation.Remy felt like the very ground had crumbled under his feet.Oh, hell.”
“Pascal told only half the story. He said man was a thinking reed. What man is, is a thinking reed and a walking genital.”
“She was so quiet. So reflective. And she could erase herself, her spirit, with a swiftness that truly startled, when she knew the people around her could not respect it.”