Steven F. Havill > Quotes

“He’s…what would be the best word…he’s okay. Just okay.” Julia let Estelle slip by into the shop. “He has some good days and some bad days. I keep kidding him that it’s a victory if he can remember enough about the day to decide whether it’s good or bad.”
― Steven F. Havill, A Discount For Death

“that’s what I love about you,” he said. “You help the mantle of senility rest so gently.”
― Steven F. Havill, Statute of Limitations

“I did me some time in the Navy and spent most of it up close and personal with a paring knife. Still can't look a potato in the eye.”
― Steven F. Havill, Out of Season

“You have two daughters,” Francine said. “Yes, I do.” And I didn’t add that during their adolescent years, they had both given me plenty of cause to worry. As had my two sons. Grown and gone now, three of the four had families of their own to fret about…the fretting was one of the costs of parenthood, I suppose. I wasn’t much of a grandparent, since I didn’t spend my time commuting around the country visiting the urchins. I didn’t remember all their birthdays, but I had the names and dates written down somewhere.”
― Steven F. Havill, Easy Errors

“Anyone living in Maria would know how to access the service road that followed the power line—a road in name only. And anyone who had bumped along that path would know that the transmission line passed through the most desolate acreage in the county. Estelle could visualize the massive two-legged giants lugging their copper cables across the prairie, wind singing through the latticework of steel braces, just the hint of a road brushing their legs where once or twice a year a power company truck would jounce past.”
― Steven F. Havill, Scavengers

“Zeigler’s mom”
― Steven F. Havill, Convenient Disposal

“People who believe stupid things are the last to admit that they might be wrong.”
― Steven F. Havill, NightZone

“Bobby should be coherent by this afternoon. He'd enjoy a visit."
"The sheriff doesn't talk to us," Dayan said.
"Oh, he will, I think. Just tell him that if he doesn't, Linda Real has some photos of him that she'll let you have.”
― Steven F. Havill, Convenient Disposal

“Your days are numbered, you little ignorant peckerwoods.” Monty Schaffer stood with feet spread, fists tightly balled on his hips—an angry man ready to strike. But instead of striking, he unholstered”
― Steven F. Havill, Come Dark