Genevieve Dewey Quotes

Yes, life was made up of these instances in time. Big moments hidden inside little decisions.

It isn't things and proximity, or even blood that holds us all together. What makes a family is love and loyalty.

The truth is a community is as big or as small as your heart lets it be.

Never negotiate with terrorists, make bargains with mobsters, or drive downtown on game day. Some things are just a given.

It wasn't his job to keep tabs on mob princesses, but this one was sort of a hobby.

Every conversation they had anymore it felt like instead of unraveling the mystery, it just further entangled all of them into a twisted never-ending knot.

Just one word, infused with naked desperation; half prayer, half enchantment. It felt like a freezing charm on her soul making her his prisoner, yet setting her free all at once.

She smelled like vanilla spice, or pumpkin pie, or something sweet yet sinful.

Skate, you're about to pop the best wheelie of your life.

I want to be with you, Demetria. Go on dates, have sex and pointless arguments, figure out why you like to eat rabbit food, be the person you call first when you've had a bad day, come over and hold your hair when you're sick. How much clearer can I make this?

Y'ever notice that sometimes we get so focused on the path we're treadin' that we lose sight of where we're goin' in the first place?

No, nothing much had changed in the old neighborhood. She was still just an actress in someone else's play.

Intentions were powerful things.

As trite as the thought was, even her butterflies got the butterflies with just a tilt of his lips, and it had always been so.

Skate, if it were possible to choose who we fall in love with, no one would ever get it done, because we'd all be chasing after this ideal person who doesn't even exist.

And maybe then when they were all a family, Tommy would be able to see what Mary used to see, what his other children saw, not just a man who would kill for them but a man who would die for them ... the man underneath it all.

You bring any cannoli?' Mickey whispered, trying to downplay his worry with humor.
'No, but I'm keeping my gun no matter what he says.

Women were tricky creatures under the best of circumstances. This was not the best of circumstances.

Love knows no time, or distance, and it certainly knows no reason.

His face burst into a prism of colors and light as her eyes welled with tears and when they fell down her cheeks it felt like fire.

Oh, the sweet, painful pleasure of anticipation!

Luchese lit his cigar and pushed up the sleeves of his jacket as if preparing for work. Bring it on, fuckface, James thought. It was hard to take seriously a man that wasn't smart enough to just take the damn jacket off.

It was a sickening, humbling, maddeningly powerless sensation this watching them and waiting for them to come to him. For the time they could be a family again. But Mickey did it like one's tongue pointlessly finds a mouth sore over and over again, half to see if it was still there, half to see if it still hurt.

She wished with one part of her soul this weren't real and with the other that it was, but wasn't it just another goodbye either way?

This was like discovering your vanilla cupcake had a chocolate fudge center.

A mixed up knot of incompatible roles, tied up too tight to know where one ended and another began.

Mary girl, life is as simple as we let it be.