Grief, I swear to God, doesn't live in the heart. It lives in the senses. And sometimes, all I want to do is cut off my nose so I can't smell her, hack my fingers off at the joint. — Dennis Lehane Copy Share Image
He wondered if this was what clinical depression felt like, a total numbness, a weary lack of hope. — Dennis Lehane Copy Share Image
I held her, he wanted to say, and if I knew for certain that all it would take to hold her again would be… — Dennis Lehane Copy Share Image
“Everyone I know lies, breaks their word, and has perfectly legitimate excuses for why they do. Except you. Haven't you ever noticed that? Two… — Dennis Lehane Copy Share Image
“If a man was lucky, he was moving toward something his whole life.” — dennis lehane Copy Share Image
“After my daughter was born, I'd considered buying a shotgun to ward off potention suitors fourteen or so years up the road. Now, as… — Dennis Lehane Copy Share Image
“I once again felt an odd flush of admiration for my partner's faith in a religion I had long ago abandoned. She doesn't advertise… — Dennis Lehane Copy Share Image
“And she was-definitely-a woman who did not shrink from gauntlets, but stepped up to them, and said, Okay, bring it. Bring your worst. I… — Dennis Lehane Copy Share Image
“Jimmy looked back over at his wife, and Celeste could feel the tenderest of aches in the look. She could feel another teardrop piece… — Dennis Lehane Copy Share Image
“She told him that he had the most beautiful voice she'd ever heard, that it sounded like whiskey and wood smoke.” — Dennis Lehane Copy Share Image
My daughter squealed again and both Bubba and I winced. It’s not an attractive sound, that. It’s high-pitched and it enters your ear canals… — Dennis Lehane Copy Share Image
“The only people who ask questions like ‘Did he want to be something besides a bartender?’ are people who can become whatever they want.… — Dennis Lehane Copy Share Image
