John Hart Quotes

Disgust was an organ in Hunt's gut. The more he thought about it, the more it churned.

I'm sixty-nine years old, and I have no plans to run for reelection. Do you think I give a damn?

It is in suffering that we are withdrawn from the sway of time and mere things, and find ourselves in the presence of profounder truth.

When your life is shit, it's easy to forget just how many good people are in the world.

We can all live with doubts. It's the knowing that breaks us.

Iron House

But death and blood was part of what it took to go from boy to man, no matter what my mother had to say about it.

Go to hell.
Come back burning.

Like her, he cared more for the future than the past, more for hope than anger.

Are you familiar with the word inspiration? The meaning of it? Where it comes from?...In the Dark Ages no understood the things that made some people special. Every soul in that dark, difficult time faced the same limitations, every soul except a precious few who saw things differently, the poets, inventors, artists, stone masons. Regular folks didn't understand how a person could wake up one day and see the world differently. They thought it was a gift from God. Thus the word "inspiration." It means breathed upon...breathed upon by God himself.

The last word smelled of desperation,and the old lawyer sighed. 'I can tell you that the law is an ocean of darkness and truth, and that lawyers are but vessels on the surface. We may pull one rope or another, but it is the client, in the end, who charts the course.

Then she turned for the great mouth of a door, and by the time it inhaled her, she was a much older woman.

Denial was a weapon; it killed truth, numbed the mind, and I was a junkie.

I'd been awake for thirty-six hours and driving for ten. Restless weeks, sleepless nights, and the decision stole into me like a thief. I never planned to go back to North Carolina- I'd buried it- but I blinked and found my hands on the wheel, Manhattan a sinking island to the north. I wore a week-old beard and three day denim, felt stretched by an edginess that bordered on pain, but no one here would fail to recognize me. That's what home was all about, for good or bad.

But things can change, that's what I told myself. Mistakes can be undone, wrongs righted. That's what brought me home. Hope.

Now, she lived with her dogs in a small house by a creek in the country, and her life had become a simple thing.

It's not an exaggeration to say that we're on the verge of a meltdown.

But childhood was not all good, nor were its lessons. Good came with the bad, as dark did with light and weakness with strength. Nothing was simple or pure; everyone had secrets. What

She turned the water scalding hot and scrubbed her face until it hurt, but the eyes still looked wrong. She tore off her clothes and stepped into the shower; but it was not enough.
The dirt was on the inside.

Our questions, which began politely, were politely ignored.

Lightening falls, all you can do is- pray God that it doesn't fall on you.

the glass. The sergeant put