Top 68 Ben H. Winters Quotes
#1. It must be that there is something in the hearts of human beings, some natural fluid perhaps, that insists on happiness, even confronted with the most powerful arguments against it.
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#2. Because as any writer will tell you, an IDEA for a book is like falling in love, it's all wild emotion and headlong rush, but the ACTUAL ACT of writing a book is like building a relationship: it is joyous, slow, fragile, frustrating, exhilarating, painstaking, exhausting, worth it.
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#3. And Alison's leaning gently on my arm, her wild bouquet of orchid-red curls tickling into my neck.
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#4. we clasp hands and look at each other as the sky begins to glow,
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#5. He looks up at the sound of the gravel crunch on the driveway, and I catch a flash of impression, a reclusive animal surprised in his lair by the arrival of the hunters.
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#6. The perseverance in this world, despite it all, of things done right.
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#7. There is little novelty in the detective who cannot solve himself.
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#9. A pool of melancholy blooms in my chest and rushes into my body like deep-blue blood.
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#10. What the slave wants but can never have is not only freedom from the chains but also from their memory.
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#11. We sit like that, giving each other strength, like strangers on a crashing plane.
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#12. Every choice forecloses on other choices; each step forward leaves a thousand dead possible universes behind you.
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#13. When I'm dreaming of Alison Koechner, what I'm dreaming of is not dying. Okay? See? I get it.
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#14. Everybody always wanted to do something, and here come the guys who always wanted to joyride in a city bus.
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#15. She's like a picture of our mother that someone crumpled up and tried to smooth out again.
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#17. You want to pray to someone, pray to Bruce Willis in Armageddon.
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#18. Maia, we now know, is going to land in Indonesia. They
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#19. Aren't we all depressed, Detective? Under the weight of all this unbearable immanence?
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#20. And then I roll out, just after midnight on October 3, with that one particular memory, of me and Naomi at Mr. Chow's, threaded through my ribs like a red ribbon. It
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#21. I am a question mark pointed at a secret, Cortez is a tool aimed at the stubborn places of the world.
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#22. No. Skeve is not any kind of terrorist. He's an idiot." "The overlapping Venn-diagram section of those two categories, you will find, can be quite large.
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#23. One does not contemplate failure, or even death, when one believes oneself to be on a crusade.
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#24. It is a strange kind of fire, the fire of self-righteousness, which gives us such pleasure by its warmth but does so little to banish the darkness.
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#25. People's inability to face up to this thing is worse than the thing, it really is.
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#26. It is remarkable, when you consider it, all the complicated worlds we construct to avoid anything that might disturb us or cause us pain. The bulwarks and baffles we build up, the moats and the mazes.
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#27. The end of the world changes everything, from a law-enforcement perspective.
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#28. Still I feel a rush of gladness from being done with that bunker, that crypt. I burst up into the aboveground, drinking air and daylight like a surfacing diver. I
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#29. Beautifully indeed! But she does everything well. Have you seen her peel a banana? It is like listening to a symphony.
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#31. [...] no slaves down here, all that abstraction torn away like skin coming off a body, and these were people -- human fucking beings, each with the one life he was given, and this was the life they had.
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#32. I bore silent witness, thinking, There is no army of abolition. This is what the world has for heroes. Ordinary men, squabbling and prideful. Hassling each other, doing their best, busting the world free. And men like me, behind fake papers and clear-glass spectacles, keeping it chained.
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#33. I'm not a slave, man. I just gotta sign out, say where I'm going, what time I'll be back and then I gotta sign back in.
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#34. But that's how it works: no matter what the odds of a given event, that one-in-whatever-it-is has to come in at some point, or it wouldn't be a one-in-whatever chance. It would be zero.
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#35. He's weeping, his face dissolving in his hands. It's exhausting. People hiding behind the asteroid, like it's an excuse for poor conduct, for miserable and desperate and selfish behavior, everybody ducking in its comet-tail like children in mommy's skirts.
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#36. Vengeance is the cheapest of motivations, it's a tin star on a shabby coat. I want answers is all that I want.
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#37. I can't solve the crime unless I know everything and the world can't end with the crime unsolved, that's all there is to it, so I tighten my grip on her shoulders and demand that she remember.
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#38. What she was doing was, she was letting it be his idea. She was walking him along, holding his hand tightly enough to lead him, loosely enough for him to be unaware of it. She was an absolute natural. Or maybe all women could do that to all men, if they wanted to.
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#39. Energetic rumormonger who calls himself Dan Dan the Radio Man.
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#40. But the area where Father Barton had taken out two hundred bucks on Sunday afternoon - there was some pigmentation down there, no question about it.
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#41. And the fact is that what Cortez said actually has the ring of truth. Not that kind of girl. But neither was Peter Zell that kind of guy. Nobody is the kind of person they used to be.
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#42. Respectfully, sir, the asteroid did not make you leave her. The asteroid is not making anyone do anything. It's just a big piece of rock floating through space. Anything anyone does remains their own decision.
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#44. Then he's got one shelf where all the personal stuff sits, as if quarantined,
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#45. Walking the blood means walking with the escaping suspect or the fleeing victim, it means you find the trail and see what songs it wants to sing you.
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#46. It's like a concert with no stage, no bands, no electricity; a concert that's all audience.
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#47. you can really see it, with an overdose, you can watch the light dripping out of someone's eyes.
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#48. Still, the conscientious detective is obliged to examine the question of motive in a new light, to place it within the matrix of our present unusual circumstance.
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#49. And surely some large proportion of the world's current danger and decline is not inevitable but rather the result of people scrambling fearfully away from the things that have long made sense.
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#50. This then will be the shape and the feel of the world: an abandoned shell, signs of old life, curious animals wandering in and out of ruins, the wilderness crowding in, overtaking all human structures and human things.
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#51. I will never fall in love again. This will be the last time.
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#52. See a bald woman in a black pencil skirt and white blouse.
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#53. Lip. I have a sudden vivid picture of the earth as flat, a tray, covered in marbles, and someone is tilting it, and the marbles are rolling, cascading, from east to west.
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#54. I don't know." I shake my head slowly, look out the window at the parking lot, lift my cup of coffee for one final sip. "I feel like I wasn't made for these times." "I don't know, kid," she says. "I think maybe you're the only person who was.
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#55. I have to wonder if it isn't more accurate to say that life is a series of trap doors, and you fall through them, one by one, tumbling down and down and down, one hole to the next.
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#56. You're like a monster, dude'", he says, light amusement coloring his strained voice. "'From a monster movie. The man who would not fucking quit
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#57. When he says "when it all first started up," he means early summer of last year, when the asteroid entered the public consciousness in a serious way.
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#58. No action comes divorced from motive, neither in art nor in life.
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#60. It's such a fine line with people, whether they're playing dumb or being dumb.
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#62. Almost always things just are what they are, almost always there's no glittering ore hidden under the dirt.
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#63. There is an aspect of my character that tends to latch on to one difficult but potentially solvable problem, rather than grapple with the vast and unsolvable problem that would be all I could see, if I were to look up, figuratively speaking, from my small blue notebooks.
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#64. The first time we met he shot me in the head with an electric staple gun, but our relationship has evolved in the subsequent months.
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#65. An investigation's proper course cannot be mapped in advance. It follows each piece of information forward to the next one.
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#66. She was reserved and cold, as if having been stolen from her native village in a burlap sack and made to be servant and helpmate to an Englishman many years her senior, for some reasons sat poorly with her.
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#67. It's maddening; he's like an obnoxious seven-year-old that someone has installed at the helm of a vast international conspiracy.
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#68. Never have I know spirits so low they could not be raised by hearing of a Frenchman eaten by a shark!
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