Nick Pirog > Quotes

“I guess we'll have to get you a Taser too.” Meow. “No, I'm not getting you a knife.” Meow. “We'll discuss this when I get back.”
― Nick Pirog, 3 a.m.

“I don’t read Stephen King, I read Michael Crichton.” I prefer to be confused shitless rather than scared shitless.”
― Nick Pirog, Unforeseen

“One second he’s swimming downstream to visit his brother; the next second he’s Superman, only to be super dead. Poor little fella. I”
― Nick Pirog, Unforeseen

“unbuttoned her blazer and revealed she’d been concealing three deadly weapons. While all were respective thirty-eights and all were equally special, only one was a Smith & Wesson.”
― Nick Pirog, Unforeseen

“Unless Baxter stood still it was impossible to distinguish if he was a dog, a cat, a hamster, or a racquetball. I mean I love dogs, but not dogs that are smaller than cats, that goes against everything God intended. I once saw Baxter get beat up by a rabbit. I’m not kidding you, a little white rabbit beat the piss out of him. He wouldn’t leave the house for a month.”
― Nick Pirog, Unforeseen

“Receding gray hair running as fast as possible away from a big shiny forehead. A”
― Nick Pirog, 3 a.m.

“possibly already having undergone my first round of sodomy.”
― Nick Pirog, 3 a.m.

“Hey, if the world didn’t suck we’d all fall off.”
― Nick Pirog, Thomas Prescott Collection

“This particular fish was best known for its ability to swim as well as breathe under water.”
― Nick Pirog, Gray Matter

“But they had double-crossed Red, so I still counted myself exceptionally lucky. “Who lugged me back up to the condo?” I ask Ingrid. “Billy.” I nod. “How was he?” “He was pretty shaken, but after going home, getting a shower, and seeing his mom and brothers, he actually came back to the crime scene and helped walk us through it.” “What a trooper.” “Yeah, he’s a tough kid. He wanted me to thank you for saving his life.” I scoff. “Tell him to thank my dad.” Captain Nail Gun. “Oh, he plans on it. He’s actually going to help your dad install new carpet in a couple days.” “That’s nice of him.” Ingrid rolls herself out of the pretzel and pushes herself off the bed. I soak up her delicious backside. She quickly pulls on a robe and I make a frowny face. “What haven’t we done yet?” she asks. Eaten. Gone to the bathroom. Brushed our teeth. Drank water. Had sex a third time. “I don’t know.” “Opened our wedding presents!” she shouts, clapping her hands and pulling open the door to the bedroom. I shake my head and smile. “Oh, hi guys,” I hear her say in her squeaky, talking-to-animals voice. “Sorry we had”
― Nick Pirog, The 3:00 a.m. Series

“began. Could”
― Nick Pirog, 3:34 a.m.

“my Asics,”
― Nick Pirog, 3 a.m.

“Cat is staring at me through the glass door.
Meow.
"What?"
Meow.
"Sorry, I'm more of a dog guy."
Meow.
"I don't know, go drink out of the toilet."
Meow.
"There's plenty of string cheese in the fridge."
Meow.
"Fine."
I quickly open the door and Cat jumps into my arms.”
― Nick Pirog, 3 a.m.

“Those minutes are my life, I nearly scream. Those minutes that you take so much for granted because you get a thousand of them each day are priceless to me. Your life is measured by title, wealth, and status. My life is measured in grains of sand, trickling from one teardrop to the other.”
― Nick Pirog, 3 a.m.

“about the President's arrest?” “Uh, yeah, I guess I heard about that.” She looks at Sullivan. “But I didn't want to believe it. I started reading an article about it in the paper a few days ago, but I had to stop.” I could see it in her eyes, still to this day. I'm not sure how Sullivan had felt about her, but she had loved him. “But you'd seen her since she was sixteen.” I say. It isn't a question. “Yeah, once,” she admits reluctantly. “She came by about two years ago asking for money. No 'Hi', no 'Sorry I ran away without telling you three years ago', just 'Got any money?'” “Did you give her any?” She shakes her head. “That”
― Nick Pirog, 3 a.m.

“Three in the morning must be the quietest time of the day. Even the nocturnal night people have turned in and the crazy, morning folk are still tucked away.”
― Nick Pirog, 3 a.m.

“One hour. Sixty minutes. Three thousand six hundred seconds. That’s how long I get each day. How long I’m awake.”
― Nick Pirog, 3 a.m.

“a completely different yarn altogether. I set the binoculars down, took a long swig of beer, leaving an inch reserve”
― Nick Pirog, Unforeseen

“The idea for this book came to me in the last days of December 2015. I live in South Lake Tahoe, but I’d spent Christmas (and my birthday, which is on Christmas) with my family in Colorado. I have two dogs, so instead of flying, I’d driven the grueling sixteen hours. I left Colorado to return home on Dec. 28th, but I didn’t want to do the drive all in one fell swoop, so I stopped at a hotel in Primm, a town near the Nevada/California state line, about thirty minutes from Las Vegas. A couple hours after arriving at the hotel—a grimy, less than desirable room in a dingy casino—my stomach started to gurgle. You know that feeling, the “Dear God, please don’t let this be what I think it is” feeling. But it was.”
― Nick Pirog, Show Me

“I force myself to stay in the moment. I don’t have time for the past or the future. My life is the present. For many years, I played the what if game. What if I had a normal life? Where would I be? Would I be married? Would I have kids? But then twenty or thirty minutes would be gone. Wasted. Thinking about things that I can’t change. That are unchangeable.”
― Nick Pirog, 3 a.m.

“As you might think, meeting a woman has proven difficult. For many years I would try twenty- four- hour bookstores, coffee shops, or diners, but after three trips to the emergency room and one woman calling her brother to dispose of my dead body, I gave up.”
― Nick Pirog, 3 a.m.

“and noticed two fish floating at the surface. I visualized Adam Gray standing in the doorway,”
― Nick Pirog, Gray Matter

“could care less.”
― Nick Pirog, The Lassie Files: Four Ridiculously Silly Stories

“I’d always thought of evidence like a bell curve. Too little, or too much, and you need to reevaluate the case.”
― Nick Pirog, Gray Matter

“And you took the cat?” he says with a belly laugh. “You hate cats.”“I couldn't leave him there. And he thinks he's a dog, so he's not too bad.”
― Nick Pirog, 3 a.m.

“his I had broken.”
― Nick Pirog, Gray Matter

“This is the biggest scandal since Cain and Abel went to the old fishing hole and only Cain came back.”
― Nick Pirog, 3 a.m.

“I love dogs, but not dogs that are smaller than cats, that goes against everything God intended.”
― Nick Pirog, Unforeseen