Hank Cradic > Hank's Quotes

“Scott could feel the contents of his stomach flip over and over on themselves. He turned to the side and retched, frothy yellow bile spilled out onto the newspaper covered floor, filling the room with the putrid stench of previously ingested alcohol.

'Look's like someone can't hold their drink,' McBlane said, and Dominic and Shugg laughed.

Scott was still staring at the steam rising from his evacuated stomach contents as he heard the hammer fall. The dull crack of bone splintering under its weight.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Elephant Tree

“Every one of a hundred thousand cities around the world had its own special sunset and it was worth going there, just once, if only to see the sun go down.”
― Ryu Murakami, Coin Locker Babies

“that was when it happened. A click of her jaw, like a pit bull’s or cobra’s unlocking”
― Megan Abbott, Give Me Your Hand

“He examined the chess problem and set out the pieces. It was a tricky ending, involving a couple of knights.
'White to play and mate in two moves.'
Winston looked up at the portrait of Big Brother. White always mates, he thought with a sort of cloudy mysticism. Always, without exception, it is so arranged. In no chess problem since the beginning of the world has black ever won. Did it not symbolize the eternal, unvarying triumph of Good over Evil? The huge face gazed back at him, full of calm power. White always mates.”
― George Orwell, 1984

“And yet he kept sticking to her life like gum on the sole of her shoe, either on the Net or in real life. On the Net was OK. There he was no more than electrons and words. In real life, standing on her doorstep, he was still fucking attractive. And he knew her secrets just as she knew all of his.”
― Stieg Larsson, The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest

“I was an estructuralist at the age of seven, which is about the right age for it.”
― William Golding, A moving target

“And what was I if not death's ghostwriter?”
― Poppy Z. Brite, Exquisite Corpse

“Just cause you get used to something doesn't mean you like it." He added, snapping the magenta, "You're used to me.”
― Lionel Shriver, We Need to Talk About Kevin

“You walk for days among trees and among stones. Rarely does the eye light on a thing, and then only when it has recognized that thing as the sign of another thing: a print in the sand indicates the tiger's passage; a marsh announces a vein of water; the hibiscus flower, the end of winter. All the rest is silent and interchangeable; trees and stones are only what they are.”
― Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

“هكذا هي الحياة، إنها مليئة بكلمات لا تستحق النطق بها، أو أنها استحقت ذلك في وقت ما، ولم تعد تستحقه، فكل كلمة نقولها تنتزع مكان كلمة أخرى أكثر جدارة منها.”
― José Saramago, The Cave

“Anything that humanity does from here on out is a wave at the band as we leave the dance floor.”
― Kelly Braffet, Josie and Jack