M.L.N. Hanover > Quotes

“We make a picture," he said, "of how we want the world to be, and most of the time it isn't like that. Holding on to that image causes the suffering. Not the world, not the truth. Our disappointment is what makes us hurt.”
― M.L.N. Hanover, Vicious Grace

“Retail therapy—usually one of my first resorts—wasn’t working; I felt like a cat that smelled pit bull.”
― M.L.N. Hanover, Vicious Grace

“The air was thick with humidity, but instead of feeling damp, it seemed lush. Like the whole city had just stepped out of the tub, and hadn’t quite gotten its robe on.”
― M.L.N. Hanover, Darker Angels

“He seems to think you’ve had a psychological crisis of some sort. Run off in the night. He wanted me to look into getting you an evaluation. Against your will if necessary.” “Great.” I waited for the next comment, certain she’d ask what was really going on and unsure what I’d say. “Are you certain you want to keep him on the payroll?” she asked.”
― M.L.N. Hanover, Killing Rites

“the people with the scars on the outside are the lucky ones. It’s the ones on your soul that hurt worst.”
― M.L.N. Hanover, Killing Rites

“Yes,” Chogyi Jake said. “Well, that’s awkward.” “I was thinking the same thing.”
― M.L.N. Hanover, Killing Rites

“more stroking your inner victim. Bad for your skin.”
― M.L.N. Hanover, Killing Rites

“You did your Oh, poor me, and that’s fine. We all get those sometimes. It’s just that being a victim gets to be a habit. You stay there too long, you get comfortable. Gets to where a victim is who you are. So game-plan it. Put on your big-girl panties and tell me what’re you gonna do.”
― M.L.N. Hanover, Killing Rites

“I wondered whether Eric would have done the same: used the missing Carla as leverage, gotten what he wanted, and to hell with everybody else. Silly question. Of course he would have. And apparently so would I.”
― M.L.N. Hanover, Graveyard Child

“Has anyone ever told you that you are really freaking terrible at pep talks? You could just pat me on the head and say it’ll all be fine and not to worry.” “It’ll all be fine,” he said, patting me on the head. “Don’t worry.” “Okay. That so didn’t work,”
― M.L.N. Hanover, Unclean Spirits

“He meant well,” Chogyi Jake said. His voice was soft. “He’s a fucking asshole,” I managed between sobs. “He’s a fucking asshole who meant well.”
― M.L.N. Hanover, Unclean Spirits

“Jayné?’ Aubrey said. ‘You okay?’ ‘Fine. Why?’ ‘You keep saying shit shit shit shit under your breath,’ he said. ‘I didn’t figure it was a good sign.’ ‘Copro-vocal meditation,’ Chogyi Jake said from the backseat, his voice calm and amused. ‘I’m doing the same thing, only on the inside.”
― M.L.N. Hanover, Darker Angels

“You have a plan?’ Mfume said. ‘That would be generous,’ I said as I got out. ‘I’ve got a bunch of general intentions and thirty or so people with cheap handguns and machetes.’ ‘More effective than intention alone, I suppose,’ Mfume said.”
― M.L.N. Hanover, Darker Angels

“If she’d pulled out a scroll of human skin covered with Latin and asked me to sign in blood, I probably would have done it. Everything was paper and ink, though, and there was only a little Latin.”
― M.L.N. Hanover, Unclean Spirits

“You’re cool?” “Cucumberesque,” I said.”
― M.L.N. Hanover, Unclean Spirits

“Are you all right?’ ‘Just fine,’ I said. ‘You sure?’ ‘Not a hundred percent, no,’ I said. ‘Middle eighties, maybe.”
― M.L.N. Hanover, Darker Angels