Zandra Lemen > Zandra's Quotes

“The verdict got both the fish and me off the hook.”
― Gabriel F.W. Koch, Death Leaves a Shadow

“He turned and saw Becky, crying in the doorway of her house. What was he doing here? Turning back he saw flashing blue lights at the end of the road, and realised the ringing in his ears was the sound of approaching sirens.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Zombie Room

“And I looked out at the dog, and McCoy trying to cradle her in one arm and cut the rope with t’other, and I said, ‘What goes around, comes around, daddy.’
“And he just smiled. A wicked smile. And he nodded. And he kept on driving, turning left onto the road to the church.”  ”
― J.K. Franko, The Trial of Joe Harlan Junior

“Even now, at this very moment, I feel like he’s going to pop up somewhere, laugh wholeheartedly, and say, ‘Hey everyone, I’m still here. This was all just a big practical joke.”
― Behcet Kaya, Deception: A Jack Ludefance Novel

“Yet mark his perfect self-contentment, and hence learn his lesson, that to be self-contented is to be vile and ignorant, and that to aspire is better than to be blindly and impotently happy.”
― Edwin Abbott Abbott, Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions

“Even more important than saving money is making it.”
― Jeannette Walls, Half Broke Horses

“I suppose you'll see her. You'll be disappointed at first. Then without being able to say how or when it happened, you'll find you've forgotten your disappointment, and the first thing you know you'll be telling her your life's history, and all your troubles and hopes.”
― Dashiell Hammett, Red Harvest

“Life is not fair, death is”
― Omar Farhad, Need a Ride?

“She walks barefoot into the humid night, moonlight on her freckled shoulders. Near a huge, live oak tree on the edge of her father's cotton fields, Sidda looks up into the sky. In the crook of the crescent moon sits the Holy Lady, with strong muscles and a merciful heart. She kicks her splendid legs like the moon is her swing and the sky, her front porch. She waves down at Sidda like she has just spotted an old buddy.
Sidda stands in the moonlight and lets the Blessed Mother love every hair on her six-year-old head. Tenderness flows down from the moon and up from the earth. For one fleeting, luminous moment, Sidda Walker knows there has never been a time when she has not been loved.”
― Rebecca Wells, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood

“I love you, with a touch of tragedy and quite madly.”
― Simone de Beauvoir, Letters to Sartre