Page 16 Quotes

“Years later it occurred to me that the reason I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off her was not just her body, but the way she held herself and moved.”
― Bernhard Schlink, The Reader

“This was the thing with boys like him. What he was feeling just then, that rage, wasn't the world falling in on him. It was an illusion shattering, the one that told him he deserved everything, and that it was owed to him simply because he existed.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Lore

“My dance movements are powered by a circuit board, not up to code.”
― Fiona Davis

“La casa de Nadia Flores was built sometime in the 1920s. Everything about it croaks and creaks and I can't help imagining each sound is a story, sliding right out of the floorboards.”
― Raquel Vasquez Gilliland, Witch of Wild Things

“I’ve got the Halloween soundtrack here somewhere,” said Murtagh with a devilish smirk. He was big on the devilish smirk. It worked for him.”
― Scott Von Doviak, Charlesgate Confidential

“A few of them try to be kind to him in odd, haphazard ways. Human beings are funny. One of the young fellows he used to know goes by one night, silently puts a package of cigarettes into his hand, goes on without a word. To keep him from being quite so lonely while he waits. One particularly raw night the drugstore man suddenly comes out to the door, thrusts a mug of steaming coffee into his hands. Again without a word. Takes the mug in again when he’s emptied it. Just that once—never before then, never again. Human beings are funny. They are so cruel, they are so kind; they are so calloused, they are so tender.”
― Cornell Woolrich, Rendezvous in Black

“They had jumped ship in order to escape military conscription at home, and because the streets of America were paved with gold. They spoke no English.”
― Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Deadeye Dick

“Looking across the room one day, just after a scene like the above, he saw his father standing by the nursery door with sardonic eyes, watching him. Their eyes met. Something seemed to pass between them—comprehension—a sense of kinship.”
― Mary Westmacott, Giant's Bread