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“When cops are on the job they love lawyers like lions love hyenas, only minus the mutual respect.”
― Reed Farrel Coleman, The James Deans

“In a country that values the ballroom dancing talents of washed-up actors, writers were less than afterthoughts.”
― Reed Farrel Coleman, Gun Church

“I achieved what all artists dread: I had outlived most of my money and all of my talent.”
― Reed Farrel Coleman, Gun Church

“I'd burned bridges between us that had yet to be built.”
― Reed Farrel Coleman, Gun Church

“When you feel the stitches holding the illusion of yourself together begin to stretch and pop, and you can't sew fast enough to keep the stuffing in.”
― Reed Farrel Coleman, Gun Church

“The first snort of coke, the first taste of a woman, the first sip of scotch: every high is different, but somehow the same.”
― Reed Farrel Coleman, Gun Church

“Publishing makes Oedipus Rex look like a play about distant cousins.”
― Reed Farrel Coleman, Gun Church

“Readers have some peculiar notions about the status of writers, the most foolish of which is that writers are treated like royalty by their publishers.”
― Reed Farrel Coleman, Gun Church

“women are judged differently and it’s not fair.”
― Reed Farrel Coleman, Robert B. Parker's The Hangman's Sonnet

“I’ve never let myself get scared off anything in my life and I wasn’t gonna start now. You back down once, there’s no telling when it’ll stop. You let yourself get scared and it never goes away. It fucks up your judgments.”
― Reed Farrel Coleman, Hurt Machine

“You can feel yourself falling in love, not out of it.”
― Reed Farrel Coleman, Gun Church

“serendipity,”
― Reed Farrel Coleman, Walking the Perfect Square

“His ears were so littered with studs, safety pins and dangling razor blades that if he were to stand between two strong magnets his face would peel off.”
― Reed Farrel Coleman, Walking the Perfect Square

“This is publishing, Kip! Since when does logic have anything to do with it?”
― Reed Farrel Coleman, Gun Church

“Retired people don’t so much die as they let themselves fall asleep a bit at a time. They become passive and inactive and they forget they’re alive.”
― Reed Farrel Coleman, The James Deans

“ejected the clip”
― Reed Farrel Coleman, Robert B. Parker's The Devil Wins

“in”
― Reed Farrel Coleman, Robert B. Parker's Blind Spot

“friends.”
― Reed Farrel Coleman, Robert B. Parker's The Devil Wins

“up”
― Reed Farrel Coleman, Robert B. Parker's The Hangman's Sonnet

“I hope they have those little hot dogs. It's not a party without the little hot dogs.”
― Reed Farrel Coleman

“right”
― Reed Farrel Coleman, Robert B. Parker's Colorblind

“I learned to love reading again, but a lot of the time the books made me ache worse. When I was in school I didn't realize that most fiction was about death and regret. About things people wished they had or hadn't said, done or hadn't done and how, for whatever reasons, saying or not saying, doing or not doing had buried them alive. I was already too familiar with that feeling to want to read much more about it. Lately I was sticking to nonfiction.”
― Reed Farrel Coleman

“There was no deeper truth in the mundanity of violence. That truth sat on the surface and required no mining at all.”
― Reed Farrel Coleman, Gun Church

“I didn't much believe in god and the things people labeled as miracles did little to convince me otherwise, but it was at times like these that made me consider which was the more cruel: a cold and random universe or a god with a perverse sense of humor? With all due respect to Blaise Pascal, I chose to believe that no god was better than a cruel one.”
― Reed Farrel Coleman, Gun Church

“Male,”
― Reed Farrel Coleman, Robert B. Parker's The Hangman's Sonnet

“Nick formed the fingers of his left hand into a b and the fingers of his right hand into a d. “Little b is for bread. Little d is for drink. The bread plate is on the left. Water glass on the right.”
― Reed Farrel Coleman, Sleepless City

“There is always a cause, but not always a because. And even when there is, the dead are beyond its reach or caring.”
― Reed Farrel Coleman, Where It Hurts

“Snowmen tipsy from thaw and refreezing marked my progress as I rolled slowly down Hanover Street.”
― Reed Farrel Coleman, Walking the Perfect Square

“baseball players. Football, maybe. Not baseball, not built the way they were: thick”
― Reed Farrel Coleman, Robert B. Parker's Blind Spot

“Closure is overrated. Closure doesn't exist.”
― Reed Farrel Coleman, Robert B. Parker's Blind Spot