“I went into Grace’s den and picked up a book I’d bought from Amazon, Man’s Search for Meaning. It had been written in 1946 by an Austrian of Jewish descent named Viktor Frankl. It was probably the first academic, intellectual… — Scott Pratt Copy Share Image
“This year, I’d make my birthday wish simple and selfish. This year, before I gave up the practice of law, I’d wish for one—just… — Scott Pratt Copy Share Image
“sons, daughters, nieces, nephews, and cousins of county commissioners and their spouses. In the” — Scott Pratt Copy Share Image
“day. I can’t believe you never even bothered to ask what was wrong. I might have told you about it, and maybe you could… — Scott Pratt Copy Share Image
“It just wouldn’t be…it wouldn’t be right.” “Well listen to you, the perfect little gentleman,” Lana said as she pulled the kimono back up… — Scott Pratt Copy Share Image
“I’d just bought a pistol and a silencer without even having to tell the guy my name. What a damned country.” — Scott Pratt Copy Share Image
“I was a whore, selling my services to the highest bidder. I wasn’t interested in truth. I was interested in winning because winning led… — Scott Pratt Copy Share Image
“You’re ready to get me out of the house, aren’t you?” I said. “You’re tired of looking at me.” — Scott Pratt Copy Share Image
