“It’s not smart to piss off a guy who thinks about killing for a living.”
- Will Graham in the Hannibal TV show.
(I think I might steal this line for the next person who annoys me. If you haven’t seen this show….watch it!!!)
Category: Quotes
“It’s fear, Jack. The man deals with a huge amount of fear.”
“Because he got hurt?”
“No, not entirely. Fear comes with imagination, it’s a penalty, it’s the price of imagination.”
- Red Dragon by Thomas Harris
(I’ve been blessed with a pretty good imagination and memory at this stage of my life and I can tell you, fear is often the price of imagination. You learn real quickly which paths to stay off of. I think this is what makes Thomas Harris’ character Will Graham so appealing. He walks those paths in the place of the rest of us. )
Tandem
They say it’s risky
being on this road,
always exposed,
broken glass
and shards of pain
forever thrown
in the way.
But there’s also
risk in staying
home alone,
never rolling
down the canyon
at breakneck speed,
just sitting still,
heart locked up
in a cage, the key
tucked safe away
until a ripe old age,
untouched
by someone’s
idle hand.- R.H. Mustard
(This was written by a friend and fellow blogger. I discovered his poetry a few years ago via Twitter. I love Mustard’s poems cause they are generally haunting, beautiful, longing and aged. They are like a good story or a good wine. Check out his blog!)
Connor: Now you will receive us.
Murphy: We do not ask for your poor or your hungry.
Connor: We do not want your tired and sick.
Murphy: It is your corrupt we claim.
Connor: It is your evil that will be sought by us.
Murphy: With every breath, we shall hunt them down.
Connor: Each day, we will spill their blood till it rains down from the skies.
Murphy: Do not kill. Do not rape. Do not steal. These are principles which every man of every faith can embrace.
Connor: These are not polite suggestions. These are codes of behavior, and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost.
Murphy: There are varying degrees of evil. We urge you lesser forms of filth not to push the bounds and cross over into true corruption, into our domain.
Connor: For if you do, one day you will look behind you and you will see we three. And on that day, you will reap it.
Murphy: And we will send you to whatever god you wish.
Connor, Murphy, Il Duce: And shepherds we shall be, for Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand.
Connor, Murphy, Il Duce: That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be.
Il Duce: In nomine Patri.
Connor: Et Fili.
Murphy: Spiritus Sancti.- Boondock Saints
(Need I say more?)
“It was our last partnership. I wish I could show you how an interrogation can have its own beauty, shining and cruel as that of a bullfight; how in defiance of the crudest topic or the most moronic suspect it keeps inviolate its own taut, honed grace, its own irresistible and blood-stirring rhythms; how the great pairs of detectives know each other’s every thought as surely as lifelong ballet partners in a pas de deux. I never knew and never will whether either Cassie or I was a great detective, though I suspect not, but I knew this: we made a team worthy of bard-songs and history books. This was our last and greatest dance together, danced in a tiny interview room with darkness outside and rain falling soft and relentless on the roof, for no audience but the doomed and the dead.”
- In the Woods by Tana French.
(This is so beautifully written that to say anything else will just take away from it.)
“I wasn’t sure what I thought of the direction in which this appeared to be going, but I felt a sudden, unwelcome dart of something like envy.  I had dreamed of friendships like this: the steel-tempered closeness of soldiers in battle or prisoners of war, the mystery attained only by men in extremis.”
- In the Woods, by Tana French
(I love this concept. I love this idea. I think it is one of the most beautiful things in our world. Watch any well done war movie and it’s there. So beautiful!)
“I tell you that was nothing, nothing at all, beside the power of putting your lives, simply and daily, into each other’s hands.”
- In the Woods by Tana French
(One of the most beautiful elements of the human soul is the friendships we have.)
“I sit at my desk every day. I do the New York Times crossword puzzle. I watch the park through my window. My CD player plays music, usually classical (at this moment, it’s a violin concerto). I sip coffee. I type words into my computer. I retype them, rearrange them, and delete them, and retype them again and again. The phone rings. The dog woofs to go out. I get up and refill my coffee cup. Then I look at the words I’ve written and I rearrange them again. Eventually, somehow, a story is put together. There isn’t anything magical. It’s a lot of hard work, a lot of fun, and a lot of waiting for the words.” – Lois Lowry
(Lois Lowry wrote The Giver which is one of my favorite children’s stories. I enjoyed getting some insight on her writing habits from Writers Write blog!)
Come to me now
And lay Your hands over me
Will You find me tonight
Say it will be alright
And I will believeBroken in two
I know You’re on to me
That I only come home
When I’m so all alone
But I do believeThat not everything is gonna be
The way you think it ought to be
It seems like everytime I try and make it right
It all comes down on me
Please say honestly You won’t give up on me
And I shall believeOpen the door
And show me Your face tonight
I know it’s true
No one heals me like You
And You hold the keyNever again will I turn away from You
I’m so heavy tonight
But Your love is alright
And I do believe
- I shall Believe by Matt Brouwer
( Now, I know this is really a Sheryl Crow song, but years ago when I first wrote this story, my musical muse of a sister suggested this song for Crow. I have thought of it as his song for so long that I really don’t like the Sheryl Crow version. I find it much more haunting when Matt Brouwer sings it. So…this is Crow’s song abou his finding of Olive. Or, her finding of him. 
)
…as the leaves, in a brilliant ballet of color, fall
things once hidden are now revealed.
an old fallen barn,
a magical glade,
the secrets of the forest are brought to sight
before they are put to sleep under a white blanket of snow
to wait their renewal…
…bursting forth in light and warmth
bright greens and leaves,
the forest awakens from its winter sleep
then it settles into the lazy summer breeze
swaying back and forth…
—
Why do you keep following me?
What are you, my own personal fan club, my little clique?
You know I am not as cool a badass as you think.
These scars carry more pain then you can imagine…
You think the chip on my shoulder marks me in a way you want?
But you have not suffered, you have not lost all
You are fresh, with no scars, only empty bravado.
Go away, shut the hell up, leave before I bleed you!
This badass is going to hell!
(These are two little bits of prose I wrote for Crow and Olive. Olive’s is the first half full of hope and beauty. Crow’s is the second half, full of hate and darkness. I love these two characters so much!)
