Stephen Mack Jones > Quotes

“...memory is almost always fragmentized, sanitized, demonized or wholly fictionalized by its constant travel companion and fickle lover, imagination.”
― Stephen Mack Jones, Dead of Winter

“NFL in general: Millionaire babies taking to the field to shuck, jive and juke for elderly billionaire plantation masters. The players who do take a stand by kneeling are vilified, nullified and ostracized. And fans continue to subsidize this cirque du soulless in some publicly funded, corporate-owned stadium with the audacity to charge ten dollars for a cup of warm beer, eight dollars for cold hot dogs and ninety dollars for jerseys bearing terminally concussed gridiron legends’ names and numbers.”
― Stephen Mack Jones, Dead of Winter

“Of course, being from Detroit, I’ve never quite trusted happiness
So I returned to a city where happiness is usually a matter of finding contentment in an acceptable level of intangible fear, unfocussed loathing and unexplainable ennui.”
― Stephen Mack Jones, August Snow

“People say that time goes by; time says that the people go by.”
― Stephen Mack Jones, Deus X

“Time was, all you needed for good sleuthing was snappy banter, a wink and a nod with the ladies, comfortable shoes, an assortment of fake business cards, a high tolerance for whiskey, a few extra bucks you could slip a bent maitre d' and maybe a Burberry trench coat with a "gat" stuffed in the deep pocket of thread-bare Brooks Brothers wool slacks.”
― Stephen Mack Jones, Dead of Winter

“Lives”
― Stephen Mack Jones, Dead of Winter

“tequila-tinis: white tequila, white wine vermouth, spritz of lemon juice and simple syrup.”
― Stephen Mack Jones, Deus X

“To the right off of west bound Jefferson Avenue there were still neighborhoods that served as the gateway to hell. Where black children cowered in the corners of abandoned houses reading stolen books from school libraries by the last light of day. Places where the devil was fed his daily dinner by a state that hated its largest city and a country that unctuously pitied those who lived there.”
― Stephen Mack Jones, August Snow

“Of course, you know you're freaking me out, right?" I said to Miss Jesse.
"Oh, son, I don't mean to." She laughed. "Give it another twenty years. Hardly anything will freak you out. You'll have seen all the really weird shit twice, three times by then. Especially the electoral damn college.”
― Stephen Mack Jones, Dead of Winter