B.V. Lawson > Quotes

“She was a tornado in a skirt.”
― B.V. Lawson, Dies Irae

“Injustice, large and small, was like sour, moldy bread. Consumed often enough, it brought on hunger for the meat of revenge.”
― B.V. Lawson, Played to Death

“Humanity thrown together in the equivalent of a Petri dish under a microscope bred malignant organisms as often as benign.”
― B.V. Lawson, Played to Death

“He wore his personality like a suit that was too tight.”
― B.V. Lawson, Played to Death

“The books were faux antique gold-trimmed sets of classics sold to people who liked the illusion of being well-read rather than the experience of it.”
― B.V. Lawson, Requiem for Innocence

“Guilt, that necrotizing bacteria of conscience that loves to nibble away at happiness.”
― B.V. Lawson, Requiem for Innocence

“The morning drizzle tightened the District’s notorious braided-knot commute into a noose of traffic. - Scott Drayco”
― B.V. Lawson, Dies Irae

“honored”
― B.V. Lawson, Elegy in Scarlet

“He wore an air of perpetual resignation around him like a fashion accessory.”
― B.V. Lawson, Requiem for Innocence

“Whatever demons she was fighting lay hidden behind a painted mask of rouge and riddles.”
― B.V. Lawson, Requiem for Innocence

“Sailor’s expressions ranged the gamut from A to Blank.”
― B.V. Lawson, Played to Death

“The smell of beer surrounded him in a cloud as if he’d been doused in Eau de Frat Boy cologne.”
― B.V. Lawson, Dies Irae

“The blight of office cubes housing lawyers and lobbyists had popped up like chokeweeds in the manicured lawn of the family homestead.”
― B.V. Lawson, Dies Irae

“The connections between them were like an atonal composition, no key, no rhythm, no form.”
― B.V. Lawson, Requiem for Innocence

“He was one of the few men who didn’t aspire to be alpha as long as he was in on the hunt.”
― B.V. Lawson, Dies Irae

“grief”
― B.V. Lawson, Played to Death

“Word of advice, young fellow, don’t ever stand still or life will fossilize you on the spot.”
― B.V. Lawson, Scott Drayco Box Set: Books 1-3

“Both men were pictures of the kind of grief that cauterizes open wounds in memory and turns them into black scars.”
― B.V. Lawson, Dies Irae

“He moved toward them like a grouper being reeled in a fishing line, half jumping, half sliding, seeming to thrash in every direction at the same time.”
― B.V. Lawson, Requiem for Innocence

“It created an odd feeling of being in the middle of a furniture fight-club, the six-seater sofa ready to duke it out with the wall-length armoire.”
― B.V. Lawson, Requiem for Innocence

“She traced a pattern across the upper parts of her breasts that erupted above the halter top like a Vesuvius of flesh.”
― B.V. Lawson, Requiem for Innocence

“Owls are nocturnal, swooping down silently, with the soft edges of their feathers muffling the sound of the wings, before pouncing and swallowing their prey whole. Death unseen, death unheard, death from above—the military drones of the animal kingdom”
― B.V. Lawson, Played to Death

“The modern architecture among the Victorians and Cape Cods was like a prose poem slipped into a book of verse.”
― B.V. Lawson, Requiem for Innocence

“The sliver of sun turned water crystals among the coal-colored clouds into the halo of a sundog.”
― B.V. Lawson, Dies Irae

“He launched into the color-tsunami of Prokofiev’s fourth piano sonata. It soon carried him onto a distant shore where the only thing broken was the silence.”
― B.V. Lawson, Dies Irae

“The Dhammapada says losing what you love brings suffering. But harboring the pain of your loss only brings more pain.”
― B.V. Lawson, Dies Irae

“journalist”
― B.V. Lawson, Elegy in Scarlet

“The M.E. dissected pieces of a corpse to tell a story, while Drayco tried to bring them back from the dead, jagged piece by jagged piece.”
― B.V. Lawson, Dies Irae

“He was a Super Politician, defender of untruths, injustice and the American power-play.”
― B.V. Lawson, Dies Irae

“With so many people lulled into believing everything they found on the Web, he expected computer shrines to pop up in homes soon. Worship the new Oracle of Dell-phi.”
― B.V. Lawson, Dies Irae