Edward Trujillo

“man is a god in ruins. When men are innocent, life shall be longer, and shall pass into the immortal, as gently as we awake from dreams.” RALPH WALDO EMERSON, Nature”
― Kate Atkinson, A God in Ruins

“Sarah, his fifteen-year-old daughter, supposedly at boarding school, a very expensive one, in the coronary area. It didn’t so much drain his resources as blast a hole through them – wide and unstoppable. He tried for composure. ‘Whatcha doing home, not half term already?’ ‘No. I got suspended.’ ‘What? What on earth for? Got to get me a drink.’ He poured a sensible measure of Glenlivet, then added to it, took a heavy slug and glanced at his daughter. She was in that eternal moment of preciousness between girl and woman. She loved and loathed her dad in equal measure. He looked closer, said: ‘Good grief, are those hooks in your lips?’ ‘It’s fashion, Dad.’ ‘Bloody painful, I’d say. Is that why you’re home?’ ‘Course not. Mum says not to tell you, I didn’t do nuffink.’ Roberts sighed: an ever-constant cloud of financial ruin hung over his head, just to teach her how to pronounce ‘nothing’. And she said it as if she’d submerged south of the river and never surfaced.”
― Ken Bruen, The White Trilogy: A White Arrest, Taming the Alien, and The McDead

“think many people love their problems. Gives them all sorts of excuses for not growing up and getting on with life.”
― Louise Penny, Still Life

“For every cigarette you smoke, God takes an hour away from you…and gives it to Keith Richards.”
― Jo Nesbø, Knife