Jorge Gerrits

“You don’t have to protect me anymore, Dante. Not from you. Not from myself.”
― Lotchie Burton, Dante's Revenge

“Many of us, remembering the now remote erotic attachments of our youth, [. . .] find that involuntarily we remain haunted by a voice we heard emanating from the beloved that seemed timeless and therefore permanent. There is some link that binds together the making of a poem, the illusions of recall, and the tenuous expectation that somehow we will hear again the voice that preceded the instauration of a cosmos forlorn and vagrant, through which we bleakly wander, unable to distinguish what was and what we strain to find again.”
― Harold Bloom, Possessed by Memory: The Inward Light of Criticism

“So, when are you retiring, Turner?”
 
“Officially? About two years.”
 
“What about Chief Dorcell?”
 
“He took early retirement late last year. And get this, they actually offered me the job. No way I’d take it, even if they paid me a million a year. Now, what’s all this about Tutley? As far as I know, nothing ever happens in Tutley, Georgia.”
― Behcet Kaya, Murder at Tutley Brewery: A Jack Ludefance Novel

“Sarah shook her head. Babysitting was a tough job. And having kids? Playing Lady Macbeth was a whole lot easier.”
― Theasa Tuohy, Mademoiselle le Sleuth