“Because I expected so little, Gaines's painting is startlingly powerul. A lank-haired blond woman with a hard face sits at akitchen table in the harsh light of a bare bulb. She's surrounded by dirty cereal bowls and fast-food bags, and… — Greg Iles Copy Share Image
“Wingate sighs thoughtfully. "Hard to say. He's not static. He began with almost pure Impressionism, which is dead. Anyone can do it. But the vision was there. Between the fifth and twelfth paintings, he began to evolve something much more… — Greg Iles Copy Share Image
Like my best friend, I asked for drums for Christmas, and got them. But when he moved on to guitar, I realized two things:… — Greg Iles Copy Share Image
...the larger world lay not across oceans but within the human mind and heart. — Greg Iles Copy Share Image
Experiences are like hoarded gold. Whenever I dole out a piece of my private suffering, that is when I get letters from all over… — Greg Iles Copy Share Image
“Because death is the end, and if a man doesn’t speak before it silences him, then the things he holds closest die with him.” — Greg Iles Copy Share Image
“When we reach the intersection with Homochitto Street, I turn right, into town, and soon we’re passing Dunleith, the antebellum mansion that I always… — Greg Iles Copy Share Image
The South is the home of 'an eye for an eye.' 'Turning the other cheek'? The South can't see that. — Greg Iles Copy Share Image
“Let me tell you a secret, Caitlin. We’re still in the cave. It’s just bigger, and we wear nicer clothes. We make alliances and… — Greg Iles Copy Share Image
