Deborah Coonts > Quotes

“One more cockeyed optimist thrown under the reality bus.”
― Deborah Coonts, Lucky Bastard

“Other people’s standards, or lack thereof, don’t dictate my behavior.”
― Deborah Coonts, Lucky Break

“When you’re in the eye of the tornado, the world looks blurry—especially when you’re working hard to avoid clear vision.” Mona”
― Deborah Coonts, Lucky Double

“around”
― Deborah Coonts, Lucky Bastard

“But the current PC dictate of being über aware of race had filtered through my consciousness, and it pissed me off. The fact that we had to be aware because of racists and bigots and horrible things appalled me. To me, people were people—good, bad, or indifferent. Race had nothing to do with where you fell on that spectrum.”
― Deborah Coonts, Lucky Score

“Because I don’t do platonic—at least not with you. And not forever. It’s not enough for me. And it’s not enough for you either—you just don’t know it yet.” He let go of my hands and poured us both some coffee. He took a sip and eyed me over the top of his mug. “You don’t know what you want. You spend your days fixing everybody else’s lives, while ignoring your own.”
“I don’t have a life.”
“My point exactly. If you don’t pay attention, by the time you figure out what you want, you’ll be too old to get it.”
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― Deborah Coonts, Wanna Get Lucky?

“What I know about love, you could put in your eye and not impair your vision.”
― Deborah Coonts, Wanna Get Lucky?

“Ms. O’Toole?” My Nextel push-to-talk vibrated at my hip. “Are you coming?” I grabbed the device and pushed the direct-connect button to shout. “What?” I pressed the thing to my ear as I tried to hear. “Ma’am, this is Sergio at the front desk. The doctor’s with our naked guy. He’s fine—apparently sleeping off a bender. But we got another problem—some guy in Security by the name of Dane is insisting we call the paramedics just to be on the safe side.” I stared at Lyda Sue’s picture on the television, my mind unable to process what I saw. The video switched to the police and a body covered with a white cloth, one delicate hand dangling from the stretcher as they loaded it into the back of an ambulance. Nobody was in a hurry. “Ma’am,”
― Deborah Coonts, Lucky Double

“grown-ups are nothing more than teenagers with money.”
― Deborah Coonts, So Damn Lucky

“But it was incumbent on each of us to find the good that lived within, nurture it, grow it, express it, and live it.”
― Deborah Coonts, Lucky Ce Soir

“Any party that combined swingers and farm animals had me worried. I tried not to think about the possibilities.”
― Deborah Coonts, Wanna Get Lucky?

“she was. Loose and free, her shiny brown hair cascaded past her shoulders. Her face, open and disarming, held not a trace of the passage of time. Could today be any more depressing? Brandy turned to Cole who was eyeing a platter of hamburgers a waiter carried by. She put a hand on his arm to get his attention. While she signed my request, I turned to Jean-Charles. Before I spoke, he held up a hand. "A platter of hamburgers for your friends. I will prepare them myself, if you will excuse me." He gave a stiff little bow and a rueful half grin dialed back from its previous warmth. I watched him work his way through the tables, his practiced façade of charm falling into place, and wondered how to have a relationship with a man who bristled at the first barrier in his path.  Brandy and Cole were deep into a silent conversation, so I sipped my wine and pouted. Just being able to express a simple, albeit juvenile, emotion was so much better than my normal routine of bottling them inside. My job required eating too much crow as it was. I'd be damned if I'd conduct my personal life the same way.  Brandy snapped her fingers in front of my eyes. "Do”
― Deborah Coonts, Lucky Bastard

“She’s a teenager longing to be an adult but with no clue how much work is involved once you get there.”
― Deborah Coonts, Lucky Ride

“Choice? My God, Mother! She’s twenty-one. Making good choices at her age is a hit-or-miss thing. That’s why the youngsters let us old people live. They count on us for good advice.”
― Deborah Coonts, Lucky Double

“But accusations were funny things: once planted they tended to grow. Watered by our access to instant information & fed by immoral media outlets, simply pointing a finger & laying blame was often enough to tarnish even the most unassailable reputation.”
― Deborah Coonts, Lucky Now and Then