John Grisham Quotes

“They found Seth Hubbard in the general area where he had promised to be, though not exactly in the condition expected. He was at the end of a rope, six feet off the ground and twisting slightly in the wind.”
― John Grisham, Sycamore Row

“Do you read them? Faulkner, Hemingway, Fitzgerald?"
"Only if I have to. I try to avoid old dead white men.”
― John Grisham, Camino Island

“Enjoyment is more subjective than evaluation. Whether you prefer peaches to pears is a question of taste, which is not quite true of whether you think Dostoevsky a more accomplished novelist than John Grisham. Dostoevsky is better than Grisham in the sense that Tiger Woods is a better golfer than Lady Gaga.”
― Terry Eagleton, How to Read Literature

“The gate was packed with weary travelers, most of them standing and huddled along the walls because the meager allotment of plastic chairs had long since been taken. Every plane that came and went held at least eighty passengers, yet the gate had seats for only a few dozen.”
― John Grisham, Skipping Christmas

“Предпочитам да общувам с хора, които не са прочели нито една книга, отколкото с някого, който мисли, че Гришам е писател.”
― Радослав Парушев

“After a leisurely slide into second, Joe bounced to his feet, looked at Marichal, shrugged, smiled, and spread his arms as if to say, "You throw at me, I'll make you pay.”
― John Grisham, Calico Joe

“I can’t believe you would represent a killer like that Jake. I thought you were one of us.
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‘Gotta have a lawyer, Helen. You can’t put the boy in the gas chamber if he doesn’t have a lawyer. Surely, you understand.’
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‘...I can’t imagine doing that for a living, representing killers and child rapists and such.’
‘How often do you read the Constitution?’
‘...the Constitution, as interpreted by the Supreme Court, says that a person accused of a serious crime must have a lawyer. And that’s the law of the land.”
― John Grisham, A Time for Mercy

“...he sketches a world of Darwinian struggle where all the savages wear three-piece suits.”
― Stephen King , On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft

“At times he thinks like a terrorist, then he cries like a little child."
- Reggie Love”
― John Grisham, The Client

“After eight days in the sun of the Virgin Islands her skin was
brown enough and her hair was returning to its natural colour. She
walked miles up and down the beaches and ate nothing except
fish and fruit. She slept a lot the first few days.

She looked at her wrist and then remembered that her watch
was in a bag somewhere. She didn't need it here. She woke with
the sun and went to bed after dark. But now she was waiting, so
she had looked at her wrist.

It was almost dark when the taxi stopped at the end of the small
road. He got out, paid the driver and looked at the lights as the car
disappeared back up the road. He had one bag. He could see a
light from the house between the trees at the edge of the beach,
and he walked towards it. He didn't know what to expect. He
knew how he felt about her, but did she feel the same?

She was waiting at the back of the house, looking out to sea,
with a drink in her hand. She smiled at him, put down her drink
and let him come to her.

They kissed for a long minute. 'You're late,' she said.”
― John Grisham, The Racketeer

“John Grisham writes with the effrontery of a gale, sweeping off the reader’s feet with whirlpools of gross expectations. He confronts his own plots and pushes towards paths of enclosed rills with which to wash off smudges of ascribable lethargy best imagined by wayward critics. His way with language blends with the aureole of fictional holiness.”
― Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu