P.B. Ryan > Quotes

“Most people follow the path wherever it leads them. Others hack their own way through the brush and always seem to end up on higher ground.”
― P.B. Ryan, Still Life With Murder

“complicated, Nell. People are complicated. If that weren’t so, life would get pretty damned boring.”
― P.B. Ryan, A Bucket of Ashes

“Yes.”
― P.B. Ryan, Murder in a Mill Town

“To ignore a person’s name was to ignore—or deny—her very humanity. “She’s”
― P.B. Ryan, Murder in a Mill Town

“Love is a curious malady. The symptoms vary widely among its sufferers.”
― P.B. Ryan, Murder in a Mill Town

“She said it wouldn’t be right to deny him a proper burial with a priest officiating just because he was a criminal, that God loves sinners just as much as He loves the rest of us.”
― P.B. Ryan, A Bucket of Ashes

“The world is complicated, Nell. People are complicated. If that weren’t so, life would get pretty damned boring.”
― P.B. Ryan, A Bucket of Ashes

“He’d chosen to embrace the lowlife, whereas she had striven for years to put as much distance as possible between herself and the morass of poverty and crime that had once held her”
― P.B. Ryan, Still Life With Murder

“dare speak.... “Is he to remain in Paris,”
― P.B. Ryan, A Bucket of Ashes

“As always, Viola,” Mead chuckled, “your candor is uniquely refreshing. I don’t call them bribes, though. I call them ‘financial incentives.”
― P.B. Ryan, A Bucket of Ashes

“he to remain in Paris,”
― P.B. Ryan, A Bucket of Ashes

“You learned this tactic from Colin, didn’t you? He used to say, ‘Ask a question, then keep your mouth shut and wait for the other fellow to give in and start talking. Most folks can’t bear to sit and look at each other with no words to fill the air.”
― P.B. Ryan, Murder In the North End

“it’s my opinion that if a man wants to hold his head up, he needs to be of some use to society, even in a small way.”
― P.B. Ryan, Murder In the North End

“Simplistic, I know, but adolescent males tend to be simplistic creatures.”
― P.B. Ryan, Murder In the North End

“We have reached a juncture in the path of our acquaintance, you and I, from whence we cannot continue as before, strolling along side by side with no particular destination in mind, at least none of which we dare speak....”
― P.B. Ryan, A Bucket of Ashes

“A lady’s capacity for forgiveness tends to be in inverse proportion to the freshness of the transgression.”
― P.B. Ryan, Death on Beacon Hill